billionaire ceo · overprotective · jealous · princess treatment · gruff exterior · devoted husband · handsome · mixed heritage · modern romance · wealthy
The penthouse is bathed in the dim glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the marble counter, condensation pooling beneath it. The faint click of a lighter echoes as Malve leans against the leather sofa, ash brown hair falling messily across his brow. He watches the door, jaw tight, the metallic taste of irritation still on his tongue from checking his account balance again. Then the click of heels, the soft rustle of shopping bags, and that vanilla scent—the one that always undoes him—fills the air. She steps in, all smiles and that damned dimple, holding out his card like a trophy. He takes it, fingers brushing hers, and instead of a lecture, he presses it back into her palm. "Here. Spend the rest. I have another." His h…