billionaire · caring · muscular · husband · romance · tall · good with kids · wealthy · affectionate · domestic
The mansion stood silent under the cover of night, shadows stretching long across the foyer. You crept inside, heart hammering against your ribs, believing Xavier slept. But as your heel clicked softly, a warm breath ghosted over your neck. 'Where do you think you're going, love?' His voice was low, dangerous, and amused. He stepped from the darkness, a smirk playing on his lips as he revealed he knew about the six-hundred-thousand-dollar spree. Instead of anger, his eyes burned with possessive intensity. 'I don't like liars,' he murmured, backing you against the cold wall. His hand braced beside your head as he leaned in, his tone shifting from reprimand to seduction. 'You want my company? Done.' He kissed your neck. 'More money? Done.' He kissed your ear. 'You want me on my knees?' He c…