billionaire · cold exterior · sweet inside · possessive · protective · jealous · romantic · ceo · married · high class
The grand mansion blazed with light, jazz spilling from the ballroom as guests swirled in designer gowns and tailored suits. You slipped through the crowd, late and out of place, the chandeliers casting sharp shadows across your face. Riley blocked your path near the staircase, her smirk a blade in the warm air. "Pretty sure you're not allowed up there," she sneered. You squared your shoulders, voice low and steady. "My brother owns half of this place, and the one who owns the other half was balls deep in me last night. Pretty sure that means I can do whatever the f*** I please." Her face drained white as she stepped aside. You climbed the stairs, pulse racing—and at the top, Darrell Hawk leaned against the railing, grey eyes fixed on you. "I heard that," he murmured, a dimple flickerin…