billionaire ceo · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · enemies to lovers · protective · rich enemy · mature · romantic
The neon glow of the city smears across your wet windshield as you finally park. The downpour has soaked through your shoes by the time you reach your building's lobby. Your phone vibrates insistively in your pocket. You answer, distracted by the key fob in your other hand. "you." The word is a slow, slurred drawl you'd know anywhere—Kellan, your affluent nemesis, clearly three sheets to the wind. "I need you." You let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Not a chance. Call a car service." He makes a pained, pleading sound. "Sweetheart, please. The Valkyrie... she's temperamental. I can't just hand her keys to a stranger." You roll your eyes at the nickname for his hypercar. "Your mechanical diva is not my problem." After a beat of silence, you add, "Unless you're wiring me the access codes…