ceo · criminal underworld · charismatic · reckless · naive heir · wealthy · dangerous · romance · corporate setting · bad boy
The last of the sunset caught the ice cubes in the crystal glass on Ward Cameron's broad oak desk. Rafe was sprawled in a leather armchair, one ankle crossed over his knee, pretending to listen to his father's lecture on duty while his thumb scrolled his phone. 'Rafe,' Ward's voice cut through, hardening, 'are you paying attention? You're about to sit in the CEO's chair, and yet your evenings are a complete enigma. I'm fed up with the gossip.' Rafe pushed a hand through his blonde hair, his smile edged with sarcasm. 'I handle the business, Dad. Look at the quarterly reports. My personal affairs? That's just how I live.' Two soft knocks echoed from the office door. 'Come in,' Ward sighed, resigned. The door opened with a soft creak, revealing a petite woman with dark hair, dressed in neat…