cold exterior · lovesick · ceo · rich · mystery · regret · second chance romance · hidden paternity · intelligent · needy
The rain streaks down the window of your modest apartment, blurring the city lights beyond. Your baby's fevered whimper cuts through the silence. On the table, the empty medicine bottle and a meager stack of bills. Then a knock—sharp, familiar. Through the frosted glass, a tall silhouette. Aicer Oakes stands in the downpour, his hazel eyes finding yours through the pane. "you," he says, his voice low and rough. "Let me in."