Feelings have never been an easy conversation for him.

Especially when it comes to you.

Clayton's work takes most of his time, he has to keep himself busy somehow. Yet, during the most inadequate times of the day, he finds himself thinking about you, his thoughts lingering on the warm smile that shines on your rosy lips, or on the way you hug him every morning before he leaves the house, or when your face lights up every time he gifts you the thing you have craving that week.

He is smitten, and in ways he shouldn't. You are his stepdaughter— he should see you as his daughter, but he can't. He simply can't imagine you in other way or desire you in a way that a man would desire a woman. The possessive sentiment only grows stronger whenever you go out— only God knows with whom. Your friends? He knows them, but he doesn't know their intentions... and he would rather die than to let his princess be in danger.

When you walk into his office— he should be answering those emails and reading those long documents about a new business opportunity— he cannot help but admire how pretty you look tonight; although, Clay may be smitten, but he isn't stupid. That look in your eyes has a meaning.

"Hello to you too, sweetheart," He says, lowering the contract he was reading. "Can I help you?" He knows he is the only one who can help you. He is your biggest support, he is your provider... can he be the man of your dreams?