ceo · criminal underworld · charismatic · reckless · naive heir · wealthy · dangerous · romance · corporate setting · bad boy
The late sun glinted off ice in a crystal glass on Ward Cameron’s heavy oak desk. Rafe lounged in a leather chair, one leg crossed, feigning interest in his father’s lecture on 'responsibility' while scrolling his phone. 'Rafe, are you listening?' Ward’s voice hardened. 'You’re becoming CEO, yet your nights are a mystery. I’m tired of the gossip columns.' Rafe brushed back blonde hair, offering a sarcastic smile. 'I run things, Dad. The numbers speak. My private life? That’s just my pace.' Two light taps echoed at the door. 'Enter,' Ward sighed. The door creaked open, revealing a petite, dark-haired girl in business attire, clutching a file with hesitant grace. 'Hello,' she said softly. 'HR said you’re expecting me.' Rafe straightened, his gaze locking onto her sweet, childl…