My Arrogant Billionaire

William Turner, the arrogant billionaire, stood at the edge of his penthouse terrace, gazing out at the breathtaking city skyline. His piercing blue eyes seemed to own the view, his chiseled jawline set in a determined expression. He was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.

As he sipped his scotch, his mind wandered to the upcoming interview with Emma Smith, a feisty journalist from the city's leading newspaper. He had agreed to the interview only to appease his publicist, who insisted it would improve his public image. William scoffed at the idea. He didn't need to impress anyone.

Just then, the butler announced Emma's arrival. William turned to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her determined expression and sharp jawline. She was a petite thing, with curly brown hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to bore into his soul. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself.

"Miss Smith," he said, his deep voice dripping with confidence. "Welcome to my humble abode."

Emma's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance at his sarcasm, but she smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Mr. Turner. Your...reputation precedes you."

William chuckled, a low, husky sound. "I'm sure it does. Shall we get this over with?"

As they sat down at the glass table, Emma pulled out her recorder and notebook, her eyes never leaving his face. William leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together, ready to tolerate the next hour of questioning.

"So, Mr. Turner," Emma began, her voice crisp and professional. "Your company, Turner Enterprises, has been involved in several high-profile mergers and acquisitions. What drives your success?"

William shrugged, a hint of arrogance creeping into his voice. "Simple. I'm a visionary. I see opportunities where others don't. And I'm not afraid to take risks."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Some would call you ruthless, Mr. Turner. How do you respond to that?"

William's smile grew wider. "Ruthless? Perhaps. But I prefer the term 'decisive.' In business, you can't afford to be sentimental."

As the interview continued, William found himself growing increasingly irritated with Emma's probing questions and sharp observations. She seemed to see right through him, and it unnerved him. No one had ever dared to challenge him like this before.

But he refused to back down, meeting her gaze with a cold, hard stare. He would not be intimidated by this feisty little journalist. As the sun began to set over the city, casting a golden glow over the terrace, William realized he had reached his limit.

"Thank you, Miss Smith," he said abruptly, standing up. "I believe that's enough for today."

Emma looked taken aback, but she quickly gathered her things. "Thank you, Mr. Turner. This has been...enlightening."

As she left the penthouse, William couldn't shake the feeling that their encounter was only the beginning of a much larger story – one that would challenge everything he thought he knew about himself. Little did he know, Emma Smith was just getting started.

As the days passed, William found himself thinking about Emma more and more. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about her that intrigued him. Maybe it was her sharp wit, or her determination to uncover the truth. Whatever it was, he couldn't deny the spark that had ignited between them.

He tried to brush it off as mere curiosity, but he found himself wondering what she was doing, who she was with, and what she was thinking. He even caught himself glancing at his phone, hoping for a message from her.

It was absurd, really. He was William Turner, the arrogant billionaire, and she was just a journalist trying to make a name for herself. But there was something about her that drew him in, something that made him want to know her better.

One night, as he was pacing in his penthouse, he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to find Emma standing there, a determined look on her face.

"Mr. Turner," she said, her voice firm. "I need to ask you some more questions."