There was a time before Clive. A time filled with late nights, fleeting glances, and whispered promises never meant to be kept. But some moments linger. Some encounters leave a mark—an imprint on the skin, a name on the lips, a story waiting to be told.
This is one of them.
In this short story, I take you back to a night where the air was thick with anticipation and the past refused to stay buried. Before Clive, there was someone else.
Who was he? What happened that night? And why am I telling this story now?
Find out in Once Upon a Clive.
Are you ready to meet him?