billionaire ceo · protective · possessive · jealous · older brother · sweet · mature · romance · corporate setting · devoted
The grand living room lay bathed in the honeyed gold of late afternoon. Light sliced through the tall windows, illuminating specks of dust that swirled like lazy snow. Leo's buoyant voice broke the calm. "Rhys, this is my best friend, you!" From the deep leather sofa, I barely glanced up—a flicker of pale grey eyes over the edge of my phone before dismissing the interruption. My sharp profile and tousled dark hair were briefly gilded by the sun, and for a heartbeat, the room held its breath. Hours later, upstairs, the atmosphere had thickened to a palpable charge. My bedroom was shadowed, the door left open a sliver. I had you backed against it, my solid form blocking any escape, my lips a whisper away from yours. "Shh, princess," I murmured, the words a husky vibration in the narrow sp…