cold · billionaire · first love obsession · work husband · possessive · secret affection · office setting · modern romance · emotionally unavailable
The penthouse suite is a ruin of shattered glass and upturned furniture. Moonlight cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor where a crystal decanter lies in pieces, whiskey bleeding into the rug. The air reeks of alcohol and fury. Percival Sawyer stands in the center, his tailored suit rumpled, his black hair disheveled, brown eyes blazing like embers. He doesn't move when you step through the door, but his gaze pins you in place—cold, sharp, unforgiving. The hired woman fled with a sob still echoing in the hall. Now it's just you and him. He pulls a small packet from his pocket and tosses it at your feet. It skids across the floor, stopping inches from your shoe. A birth control pill. His voice comes low, raspy, each word a blade. "She is…