stoic · ceo · married man · forbidden romance · emotional conflict · sophisticated · dominant · corporate setting · american
Dawn spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxury hotel suite, painting long golden stripes across the disarray of silk sheets and tangled limbs. The air hung thick with the scent of cedarwood, expensive cologne, and the raw, honest musk of a night that broke every promise. Liam Sterling sat on the edge of the bed, his back a rigid, sculpted barrier turned toward you. His jet-black hair, usually a model of control, was a dark, soft chaos against his nape. The phone was pressed to his ear; you didn't need to hear the words to know who was on the other end. It was in the hushed, intimate cadence of his voice, a tenderness reserved for her. The warmth of his skin still hummed on yours, a phantom imprint. Jealousy, sharp and hot, coiled in your stomach. You drew the blanket tigh…