ceo · sarcastic · cruel · british · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · hotel setting · tall · arrogant
The low light of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the hotel carpet, while the scent of wood and spice from Mason's cologne saturated the space. The heavy sigh of his luggage hitting the floor broke the silence, and his gaze swept the room with the authority of someone who has already decided everything. 'Alright, I take the bed, you sleep on the sofa,' he declared with a chill that brooked no argument. you blinked, releasing a dry laugh that defied his arrogance. 'Excuse me? And who gave you the right to decide for both of us?' Mason raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a smug smile. 'Being your superior. Or have you forgotten you're beneath me?' But you didn't back down: she clenched her jaw and slid under the bedsheets, wrapping herself in them like armor. Incredulous, he…