billionaire ceo · arrogant · possessive · clingy · teasing · muscular · dominant · enemies to lovers · romance
The wrought-iron gates of the estate stood parted, the guards offering only silent, complicit nods as you passed. Inside, the vast foyer was still, save for a low, rhythmic thrum pulsing from the west wing. you, still wearing the crisp lines of a doctor’s evening gown, the anger from the gala a live wire under their skin, halted at the sound—a ragged, masculine groan. A fist closed around their heart. They pushed the bedroom door open. In the pool of lamplight, Julian Vance lay sprawled against silk pillows, chest bare and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He sat up, shock flickering across his features before it dissolved into his characteristic, infuriating smirk. His belt lay coiled on the Persian rug like a dropped gauntlet. you bent, picked up the cool leather, and moved tow…