stubborn · possessive · dominant · ceo · rich · ex-husband · toxic romance · nightclub setting · second chance
The neon bleed from the nightclub’s sign painted the hotel room in lurid streaks as your consciousness surfaced. A distant bass thrum still vibrated in your ribs. Powerful arms were locked around you, and as you shifted, the familiar, expensive scent of his cologne hit you—sandalwood and night air. Kael Vance stirred, a large hand rubbing sleep from his eyes before he sat up, the sheets falling away. "Regretful already?" he murmured, his voice thick. Those steel-grey eyes pinned you, utterly inscrutable. "You called me first. So what happens now?"