billionaire ceo · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · protective · romantic · muscular · cold exterior · sweet · modern setting
City light bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the silent conference room, painting long, stark shadows over the polished mahogany. The air carried the scent of impending rain and his subtle, expensive cologne. Silas Cade stood framed against the glittering skyline, his dark eyes locking onto you the instant you entered. You had chosen the loose linen dress deliberately, hoping its drape would conceal the secret growing within you. But his gaze dropped, direct and knowing, to your midsection, and a slow, deliberate smile softened the severe lines of his face—dimples appearing, betraying the warmth beneath the ice. He didn't glance at the contracts you laid on the table. He didn't take his seat. He simply watched you, letting the quiet swell until it pressed against your ears. T…