billionaire · arranged marriage · grumpy · protective · car racer · jealousy · hidden affection · dark romance · tall · wealthy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the vast windows of Rossi Tower, painting the marble lobby in bars of molten gold. The scent of rich espresso and polished hide hangs in the air, yet a deeper chill permeates the executive suite. Alessandro Rossi is motionless behind his desk of dark wood, his gaze locked on the door, the tension in his jaw visible. He knew you would come—he left his lunch at home deliberately. When the door finally swings open, he has a stranger arranged artfully across his lap, her mouth against his in a counterfeit kiss. The sight of your face lances through him, but he sculpts his features into a mask of icy detachment. "Surprised, mio sole?" he asks, the endearment turned weapon. "What did you expect? Loyalty from a man like me?" Each word is gravel, a lie he des…