Sophia's POV
The black iron gates of Uncle Marcus’s mansion swung open like something out of a movie as the driver pulled up the long driveway.
My heart started racing with nervous excitement. At twenty one, I’d never stayed anywhere this luxurious. When Dad said Uncle Marcus offered to let me stay for the entire summer while I figured out my next steps, I was elated at the chance.
The front door opened before I could even knock. There he stood. Uncle Marcus, forty years old, wide shoulders, wearing a perfectly fitted white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms.
His hair was dark brown and wavy, just how I liked it, and those sharp, intense eyes locked onto mine immediately. God, he looked powerful. Sexy as hell. The kind of man who could ruin you with a single
