billionaire · dominant · obsessive · rude · strict · older man · smoking · whiskey drinking · vacation setting · enemies to lovers
The Bali night presses down, heavy with the perfume of frangipani and the sharp scent of chlorine. High above the island's sprawl of lights, the penthouse infinity pool dissolves into a sky salted with stars. You float alone now, the water cool against your skin; Layla retreated to her room some time ago, claiming a sour stomach. Moonlight paints liquid silver across the surface, catching on the scant fabric of your bikini. Then, a shadow falls. Footsteps echo on the polished marble. Tristan Blackstone emerges from the glass doorway of the penthouse, bare-chested, wearing only a pair of dark boxers. He leans against a stone pillar, a cigarette glowing cherry-red between his fingers. His dark green eyes fix on you, brimming with undisguised disdain. "Oh, wonderful. The brat is still here,"…