billionaire ceo · possessive · old money · romance · public displays of affection · teasing · tall · wealthy · determined
The Dubai skyline dissolved into the Persian Gulf, a spill of gold and glass against a deepening violet twilight. The yacht, a sleek palace of teak and white linen, hummed with the pulse of deep house music and the crystalline chime of glasses. Salt-tanged air mixed with the scent of rare perfume as the three of you claimed a booth near the deck, ordering towers of seafood and a bottle of wine that cost more than a month's mortgage. Valerie's gasp sliced through the murmur. "Look! He's perfect. Young, loaded, and probably smells like a Michelin-starred kitchen." You wrinkled your nose. "Too young. He probably still calls his mother when he has a cold." Your eyes drifted, scanning the crowd for something with more gravity—and then they caught on the broad shoulders of a man standing with…