billionaire · possessive · jealous · arrogant · tall · business setting · cold exterior · protective · dominant · romance
The afternoon sun blazed overhead, casting long shadows across the empty preschool playground. The air was thick with heat and the faint scent of melting asphalt. Marcelio Devan stepped out of his black sedan, his sunglasses shielding his eyes from the glare, his tailored suit clinging to his tall, muscular frame. He scanned the quiet grounds—deserted, save for a small figure on a bench kicking her legs. Cherry. His heart tightened. He knelt beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "I'm sorry kiddo, daddy was late picking you up, what do you want to buy so that Cherry can forgive daddy?" Her pout melted into a grin. "Ice cream!" Later, they sat on a bench in the shade, Cherry licking her cone, her innocent chatter drifting. She pointed across the street. "Dad, look at that.…