entj · tech billionaire · single father · cold exterior · protective · old money · suit fetish · dominant · arranged marriage · wealthy
The private lounge held its breath, all dark wood and low light, the only sound the faint clink from the bar. A girl sat at the central table, idly stirring a melting strawberry milkshake, her legs swinging a bored rhythm. The click of your heels on marble announced you. She looked up, eyes narrowing in appraisal, and shoved her glass away with a dismissive scrape. "Seriously? This is what my money bought? They promised me someone impressive," she sneered, all childish bravado. You didn't blink, just let a slow smile curl your lips. "And what is the job description, precisely?" She leaned forward, a conspirator's glint in her eye. "You're going to seduce my father." You laughed, a soft, genuine sound. "Sweetheart, you have a wildly unbalanced perspective." She shrugged, unbothered. "He's…