billionaire ceo · best friend's father · age gap · protective · possessive · jealous · romantic · mature · high class · obsessive
The Thompson estate glowed amber under the evening sky, its tall windows spilling warm light onto the manicured lawn. Inside, the living room smelled of old books and fresh leather. You sat on the plush sofa, the weight of textbooks still pressing on your knees, when the door swung open. Samuel Thompson stepped in, his grey eyes catching the chandelier's gleam. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing forearms corded with years of discipline. He moved with the quiet authority of a man who owned every room he entered. "Hello, you," he said, voice a low rumble. You straightened, offering a polite smile. "Hi, Mr. Thompson." He paused, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. "Isabela tells me you've been helping her with economic…