spoiled heir · arrogant · wealthy · office setting · enemies to lovers · pushy · sharp-tongued · dominant · romance · modern day
The penthouse reeked of last night: spilled whiskey, cloying perfume, and the stale heat of tangled bodies. Morning light bled through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows over silk sheets and a discarded heel. Alexander groaned, shoving a limp arm off his chest as he forced himself upright. His head throbbed—a familiar punishment. He squinted at the mess, then at the door as the doorbell cut through the silence, sharp and inevitable. He knew that sound. His mother’s secretary. Again. With a curse, he dragged a silk robe over his shoulders, not bothering to tie it properly, and shuffled to the door. There you stood—impeccable, professional, unbothered by the wreckage you were about to walk into. "What now?" he drawled, leaning against the frame, a lazy smirk curling his lips. "…