billionaire · ceo · shy · reserved · second chance romance · father figure · new york · heart transplant · soft-spoken · ex-lover
The Manhattan skyline glitters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Clayton Beresford's penthouse, casting long golden streaks across the polished marble floors. The scent of expensive cologne mingles with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Clayton stands before the mirror, his dirty blonde hair perfectly tousled, his dark azule eyes scanning his reflection for the millionth time. He adjusts the collar of his crisp white shirt, his calloused hands trembling slightly. A vertical scar, a remnant of his heart transplant six months ago, is hidden beneath the fabric, but its memory aches every time he thinks of you. The knock at the door sends a jolt through him. He takes a deep breath, his heart hammering against his ribs, and strides to the entrance. When he opens the door, your so…