Spark

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Before meeting Donovan Decker, I accidentally grabbed the wrong suitcase at the airport. Inside, I found expensive shoes and tailored clothes, prompting me to call the number on the luggage tag. To my surprise, Donovan had my bag too. We met at a coffee shop for the exchange, and I quickly discovered that his deep voice matched his stunning looks. Our chemistry was undeniable; after a playful confession about snooping in his bag, he charmed me into letting him buy me coffee. One thing led to another—coffee turned into dinner, then dessert, and soon we spent an entire weekend together. Donovan was not only handsome and charming but also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man with such expensive taste. He even did my laundry while I slept, making him seem too good to be true. Yet, I panicked and ghosted him, feeling my life was too complicated for someone like him. Months passed, and he lingered in my thoughts, but with eight million people in New York City, I never expected to see him again. Then, a year later, fate intervened when I found myself dating his boss.