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have an easier life here?"
    "You've never liked her. I think you secretly want her." Stavros tried to examine his old friend's face but Drew quickly turned away. "Yes, I can see that I'm right. You could never hide anything from me."
    "Do you think she'll agree to the larger part of why she's here?"
    "I haven't mentioned it yet. I might never mention it. She's very sensitive right now. It seems you put quite the scare in her."
    "I'll do better next time."
    "There won't be a next time," Stavros growled. "She is it. She's the one. I'm sure of it."
    "And if she says no?" Drew cocked his head as he waited for Stavros's answer.  
    "Then I'll forgo the inheritance."
    "You're a foolish man, my friend."
    Stavros didn't respond. He didn't consider it foolishness. He never felt such an attraction to a woman as he did to Veronica.  
    He had given the sex slave speech to countless women. He convinced them he had a sexual addiction so they would accept his infidelity. It was a tactic he'd been doing for years to satisfy his lust for the scene with his need for privacy. He screened women to find a willing submissive, but in the end they were merely bodies to him...until now.  
    His entire adult life he'd been considered a playboy. He was never seen with the same woman twice and that's how he liked it. No attachments, no feelings, and no concern over whether they could be trusted. His father's death changed all that...rather the will did.  
    The will required Stavros to stay out of the spotlight and take his proper place as the face of the Theoharis corporate empire. It was too much for him to manage, especially with his sexual appetite, so he vanished to his island. The other requirements in the will, the ones Veronica had yet to hear about, were even more complicated.  
    In a nutshell Stavros needed a wife. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that kind of commitment, but Veronica was the first woman he couldn't imagine his life without.  
    He really didn't know what he would do if she said no but he would never rush things. Because of the requirements of the will he could lose everything, but he didn't care. She was the only thing that mattered to him now.  
     
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    For the past month that Veronica had been living in the mansion, the only time she saw Stavros was for dinner. He didn't treat her like a slave, she was actually surprised with how well he treated her. They would spend most of the meal talking and getting to know each other. Eventually she even figured out that it was Stavros she had been in contact with online.  
    Stavros hadn't touched her since the day they met. She couldn't stop thinking about how not only sexy and wanted he made her feel, but special too. She wanted him so badly and was beginning to wonder if he didn't find her attractive at all. He once told her he had a sex addiction but it didn't seem like he wanted her.  
    She hoped that if she took some extra time to make herself look pretty, that maybe she could at least manage to flirt with him. Remembering his sexual addiction, she hoped to ask him about it as well the training he said she needed in order to please him.  
    While she was enjoying her time there, she was eager to begin. She was also eager to spend more time with him than just dinner. She needed to feel his body pressed against hers again.  
    She chose a floor length sapphire Michael Kors halter dress that had a belt around the waist and an open back. She paired the dress with silver gladiator sandals and let her wavy blonde hair hang loose.  
    The dress was a soft material that felt seductive against her skin. She couldn't wear a bra with a dress like that and it made her feel even sexier feeling the fabric brush against her breasts. She would never have had the courage to wear something like that back home.  
    Stefania had told her earlier she would be meeting Stavros on the terrace that evening for dinner, which was a change. She arrived at the terrace five minutes early, knowing