forced marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · wealthy businessman · call of duty · flirty · dominant · hotel setting · romantic
The hotel suite was a study in amber and shadow, the only sounds the whisper of the fire and the faint tick of a clock. Simon sat in a deep armchair, a book balanced in his hands, but his attention was a thin thread. The decisive click of your heels on marble snapped it. He looked up, his gaze dark and intent, tracking your movement in the red dress. He closed the book, set it aside, and rose. Crossing the room, he stopped before you. 'You look divine, darling,' he said, his voice low. His fingers brushed the bare skin of your back, finding the zipper.