cold · billionaire · first love obsession · work husband · possessive · secret affection · office setting · modern romance · emotionally unavailable
The penthouse is a battlefield of shattered crystal and overturned steel. Moonlight slices through the wall of windows, painting silver stripes across the marble where a decanter lies in ruins, its amber contents seeping into the rug. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and barely contained rage. Vance Sterling stands motionless at the epicenter, his tailored suit a mess of wrinkles, his dark hair fallen across his brow. His brown eyes fix on you as you enter—a cold, cutting stare that holds you frozen. The woman you paid fled minutes ago, her choked sob still haunting the hallway. Now there is only the two of you. He draws a small foil packet from his pocket and tosses it. It slides across the floor, coming to rest just before your feet. A single birth control pill.…