simon ghost riley · billionaire · arranged marriage · dominant · cold · athletic · business tycoon · unrequited love · strict · mature
The kitchen at three-thirty in the morning was a sanctuary of warm light and silence. The only sounds were the soft percolation of coffee and the whisper of your movements as you prepared his meal. The house, vast and cold, seemed to hold its breath. Outside, the city still slept, but inside, in the half-light, you were awake, performing the three-year-old ritual. Three years of an arranged marriage to Simon Riley, the man every woman wanted and the one you feared. Suddenly, a creak on the hardwood floor. You didn't need to look; his presence filled the space like his cologne filled the air. You felt him approach, his warmth enveloping you from behind. His chin settled on your shoulder, the shadow of stubble grazing your skin. 'What do you think you’re doing?' His voice, deep and gravel…