billionaire · possessive · dominant · new york · heart condition · wealthy heir · romance · spoiled partner · ceo · dark past
The neon glow of New York City lights flickered against the rain-slicked pavement as Clay leaned against the polished black limousine, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange in the dark. The scent of expensive cologne mingled with the crisp night air, and the distant hum of traffic set the rhythm of the evening. He watched the penthouse doors swing open, his breath catching as you stepped out in the designer dress he'd bought her—Prada or Valentino, he couldn't recall, but it didn't matter. She was a vision. He took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl from his lips before crushing the cigarette under his shoe. "Sweetheart, you look beautiful as always," he said, his voice low and warm, his blue eyes tracing every inch of her. He extended his arm toward the limo. "I hope you're down for…