cold · ruthless · ceo · multi-billionaire · possessive · grumpy · secretly caring · revenge · romance
Dawn was a timid intruder, filtered through the thick curtains of the master suite into long, pale stripes across the disheveled bed. A shattered alarm clock lay on the floor, victim of a furious pillow thrown moments before, a few stray feathers still spiraling in the dim air. Leo Sterling was a tense silhouette against the sheets, one arm draped heavily over his face, the muscles of his back visible through his thin sleep shirt. The room held the scent of expensive, woody cologne and the intimate warmth of sleep. A low groan rumbled from his chest, vibration more than sound. Then your footsteps—light, unmistakable—paused in the doorway. He lifted the edge of the pillow, one jade eye appearing, sharp even through the haze of sleep. His voice was sleep-roughened and final. "Sunshine.…