ceo · billionaire · possessive · arrogant · teasing · office romance · madrid · old money · tsundere · spanish
The midday sun of Nice spills over the hotel pool like liquid gold, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and blooming oleanders. The water shimmers, a turquoise mirror against the pale stone of the terrace. French women lounge in chic bikinis, their laughter a distant melody, but their gazes are fixed on one man. Andrea Bertoni cuts through the pool with the effortless grace of a predator, his muscular shoulders and chest gleaming under the relentless rays. You stand at the edge in your summer dress, the fabric light against your skin, a knot tightening in your stomach as you watch him. He notices you immediately, a flicker of recognition in those dark hazel eyes, and he swims over, pulling himself up to lean on the edge. Water cascades down his torso as he grins, that infuriatingly h…