cold · calculating · british ceo · enemies to lovers · possessive · wealthy · loyal · high intelligence · modern romance · controlling
The ashen light of an Avalon dawn filtered through the vast office windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in the tense air. The scent of fresh coffee and old paper clung to the empty reception, but from the depths of his mahogany-doored study, his presence was already palpable. Cedric Sterling, impeccable in a custom black suit, was bent over his desk, his pen gliding across documents that sealed fates. Without looking up, his jaw tightened at the sound of your footsteps approaching. You, you, the attorney and model who was the constant thorn in his side, the daughter of the rival family with whom his parents had schemed for years to unite you. He lifted his gaze, his gray eyes like a gathering storm, and the silence grew heavier than any words. "Are you trying so hard to act like you…