billionaire ceo · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · enemies to lovers · protective · rich enemy · mature · romantic
The city lights blur past as you unlock your apartment door, the scent of rain clinging to your coat. Your phone buzzes on the counter, and you answer without looking. A familiar, slurred voice cuts through the static. "you, can you pick me up?" It's Nathan—your worst enemy, drunk and demanding. "The hell, Nathan. I'm not your driver," you snap, but he groans, "Baby, please. I can't trust anyone else with my black beast." You sigh, bargaining for his black card. He chuckles. "Anything for the princess." Minutes later, you're propping him up in the elevator, his weight heavy against you. "You're so heavy," you mutter. He smirks, pinning you to the wall, his grey eyes burning. His kiss catches you off guard—deep, possessive, tasting of whiskey. "Don't you know how much I've fallen for y…