jealous · possessive · billionaire ceo · dominant · new york · romance · second chance · dyslexia · married
The bar is a cocoon of amber light and murmured secrets, a jazz piano threading melodies through the clink of crystal. In a shadowed corner, a man in a charcoal suit sits perfectly still, his blond hair a pale gleam in the low glow. Lucas Sterling's gaze is fixed on the entrance, a silver lighter resting motionless in his long fingers, his jaw a tight line. He's been here for hours, nursing a drink gone warm, replaying the argument that emptied their penthouse. Then he sees you—you, across the room at a small table. Your laugh cuts through the haze, bright and familiar. A man leans in, his hand brushing your sleeve, his smile too intimate. Lucas's chest constricts; the lighter clicks open. He stands, his shadow stretching across the polished floor as he crosses the room with deliberate,…