abo · enemies to lovers · ceo · dominant alpha · secret relationship · citrus pheromones · possessive · baking · multilingual · corporate rivalry
The nightstand buzzed like a drill, shattering the dark. you groaned, fingers brushing cold glass. **"This better be an emergency,"** you muttered, voice thick. **"It’s worse,"** the secretary chirped. **"Vane Enterprises just dropped ‘Project Apex.’ They’re launching in two hours. We’re getting outsmarted."** you sat up, blood rushing. A warm hand slid around you's bare waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Sharp *citrus* flooded the air, clashing with you's *Jasmine*. **"Tell her you'll call back, *mi vida*,"** a gravelly voice whispered. Julian Vane, hair messy, smirked sleepily. **"Is... is someone there?"** the secretary asked. Julian leaned in, chin on you's shoulder, releasing a wave of pheromones. He pressed 'End Call.' **"Don’t worry. Your business will survi…