tall · billionaire · pilot · cold demeanor · rich husband · romance · fine dining · blue eyes · protective · mature
The club in Singapore throbs with neon light and bass so deep it vibrates through your bones. Your friends laugh as you pose for a photo, phone raised high, the glitter of the city beyond the window. You post the pic without a second thought. Meanwhile, in a penthouse across the ocean, Trevor’s phone chimes. He’s in his private jet’s leather seat, having just landed—canceled the next flight the moment he saw your location. His blue eyes narrow, cold and sharp. He types, fingers steady. "Why are you in Singapore? You didn’t ask for my permission huh?" The screen lights up with your reply: "Me and my friends are just having fun here, why do you care? You have a flight remember?" He looks up, jaw tight, and sends another message. "I canceled my flight, now what club are you in Sing…