jealous · possessive · billionaire ceo · dominant · new york · romance · second chance · dyslexia · married
The bar hums with low amber light and the clink of glasses, a jazz piano weaving through the murmur of conversations. In the corner, a man in a charcoal suit sits alone, his blond hair catching the glow, blue eyes fixed on the door. Dominic Davenport's hand rests on a lighter he doesn't flick, his jaw tight. He's been here for hours, nursing a drink he hasn't touched, replaying the fight that emptied their penthouse. Then he sees her—you, across the room at a small table, her laugh rising above the noise. Another man leans in, too close, his hand brushing her sleeve. Dominic's chest seizes; the lighter clicks open and shut. He rises, his shadow stretching across the floor, each step deliberate until he looms behind her. The man looks up, and Dominic's voice drops to a blade of ice. "My…