And the internet had not helped.
At all.
Apparently Caelin was some kind of public figure.
Not a celebrity exactly, but well known enough that dozens of articles and photographs popped up the moment I typed his name.
Tall.
Dark hair.
Sharp jawline.
The kind of presence that made photographers follow him like sharks smelling blood in the water.
And every single article described him the same way.
An Asshole, yet Impossible to ignore. For me.
Which was exactly why I had promised myself I would never meet him in person.
Because whatever strange hormonal malfunction had caused my brain to react to his voice like that would surely disappear the moment I saw him face to face.
At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
I turned the steering wheel slightly as the road curved deeper i
