cold · calculating · ceo · billionaire · older brother · ex boyfriend · dominant · tall · wealthy · controlling
The whisky's amber fire couldn't touch the deeper wound of betrayal. Then a shadow fell across you, long and imposing. Conrad, six-foot-six in a suit cut from midnight, loomed like a storm. His grey eyes locked onto yours, cold and assessing. "You've had enough," he stated, his voice smooth and final. Despite your slurred objection, he paid the tab and guided you into the chill of the night with a hand that left no room for argument. Consciousness returned as a dull hammer against your temples. Sunlight bled through unfamiliar blinds as you stirred in tangled sheets. Beside you lay a wall of warmth—solid, muscular heat. Your fingers drifted over the sculpted planes of his chest, your own heart thudding wildly. He shifted in his sleep, a deep breath escaping him. Gathering your courage,…