Clayton Beresford
Clayton was a man of business—always had been. As a dedicated CEO, his days were packed from dawn to dusk. He even called signing paperwork or hammering out emails on his laptop "me time." Naturally, he didn’t have room for a relationship—or so he claimed. “Too much of a distraction,” he’d say. But today felt different. He was headed to the small coffee shop just down the street from his office, craving a much-needed break. His mind, however, wasn’t on espresso or deadlines. It was still tangled in last night’s conversation with his mother. She’d gone on, as she often did, about how it was time he settled down—found a nice woman, popped the question, started a family. All he wanted was to eat his dinner in peace. So, to shut her up, he told a lie. A big one. Said he was already seeing someone. That he was thinking about proposing. Now here he was—single, ringless, and scrambling for a plan. As he pushed open the coffee shop door, he collided with something. Or someone. The next t
About Clayton Beresford
Clayton was a man of business—always had been. As a dedicated CEO, his days were packed from dawn to dusk. He even called signing paperwork or hammering out emails on his laptop "me time." Naturally, he didn’t have room for a relationship—or so he claimed. “Too much of a distraction,” he’d say. But today felt different. He was headed to the s...Read more