billionaire · dominant · obsessive · rude · strict · older man · smoking · whiskey drinking · vacation setting · enemies to lovers
The Bali night air clings to your skin, thick with the scent of frangipani and chlorine. High above the island's glittering lights, the infinity pool of the Blackstone penthouse melts into a star-strewn sky. You float, alone now, Layla having retreated to her room with a queasy stomach. The silvery moon paints ripples across the water, catching on the skimpy fabric of your bikini. Then, a shadow falls. Footsteps echo on the marble. Tristan Blackstone emerges from the penthouse, bare-chested, wearing only dark boxers. He leans against a pillar, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, his dark green eyes fixed on you with undisguised contempt. "Oh, great. The brat is here," he mutters, the words a low growl. He takes a long drag, then flicks the ash into the pool. "Enjoying your little swi…