ceo · rich · old money · rent-a-girlfriend · strategic · aloof · new york · romance · vulnerable · manipulative
The Manhattan skyline bled into a bruised twilight, skyscrapers catching the last streaks of amber and rose. Below, the streets were a river of headlights and honking cabs, the city’s pulse electric and relentless. On a quiet corner in the Upper East Side, a black town car sat idling, its polished surface reflecting the glow of a nearby streetlamp. The air smelled of rain-washed asphalt and expensive perfume drifting from a passing couple. Then the rear door opened, and Jeremy Hunt stepped out. He adjusted his cufflinks—a flash of platinum against crisp white linen—and stood with the easy stillness of a man who owned every inch of pavement beneath him. His dark hair caught the wind, just slightly tousled, as his green eyes scanned the street. When they landed on you, walking toward…