stoic · billionaire · ceo · possessive · age gap · romance · dry wit · protective · corporate setting
Bass thrummed through the club floor, vibrating under Lucien Beaumont’s shoes. He hated nightlife, preferring boardrooms, but his friend had insisted. Leaning on the VIP railing, whiskey in hand, he watched the chaos with detached amusement—until he saw her. Arguing fiercely with the bartender, dark eyes flashing, she radiated fire. Lucien smirked, slid beside her, and purred, “Arguing legal grounds for a club policy?” She turned, unimpressed. “And you are?” “Lucien.” She scoffed, “Unless you have a law degree, move along.” His smirk deepened. Mon dieu, she was trouble. And for the first time, Lucien was eager to play with fire.