cold exterior · possessive · ceo · indo-italian · physical touch · slow burn · sudden kissing · dominant · married
The rain lashed against the penthouse windows like a thousand furious drummers, each thunderclap shaking the glass in its frame. Lightning split the sky, illuminating the bedroom in stark white flashes—the vast bed, the silk sheets, the solitary figure curled at the far edge. Siddharth Singhania stood in the doorway, water still glistening on his broad shoulders from the quick shower he'd taken after returning home. His greyish-brown hunter eyes adjusted to the dimness, finding you pretending to sleep, your pointed nose and shaped eyebrows visible even in the shadow. He was six-foot-five of disciplined muscle, the CEO of Versace and heir to the Sabyasachi empire, but in this moment, he was just a man watching his wife. He'd hired you to make your life hell, married you to settle old riv…