Holden Sterling: The Sterling Brothers Billionaire Saga BWWM Book 1

the message was from - it was Jonathan! I typed out a quick response: "Hi Jonathan, sorry for not recognizing y

thoughts of Jonathan. Today had been a whirlwind, especially when he asked me to take lead as the architect for the new hotel project. It was now Fr

e. I live on the top floor of a luxury high-rise with a breathtaking view of

. I cursed as I realized I needed to hurry and take a shower before Jonathan arrived. Oh no, I forgot to send him my addres

s in all the right places, paired with some stripy heels and my favorite necklace. My hair was up in a chic bun, and I'd appl

t. In the hallway stood a handsome man in a dark suit, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a devilish

nd shawl before we leave. Oh, and don't forget the flowers - they're absolutely gorge

miring my artwork. "You have great taste, Eriola. I didn't know you w

o go?" I felt my cheeks flush and tried to hide it with a smile. Jonathan helped me put on my shawl, th

e planned for tonight, Eriola." His words were filled with mystery as the doors closed behind u

and reservations melted away, and I knew this was going to be an unforgettable evening. As the elevator a

d beyond the confines of this steel box. The elevator came to a halt on the first floor

ing where his limousine was waiting. I gasped in surprise,

He helped me into the luxurious car before Jo

the bustling streets of New York City, and the night air caressed my skin through the sunroof above us. As we h

n, feeling a little nervous about what I ne

Of course, Eriola, you can ask me anything,"

n the elevator, you kissed me. I can't help but wonder: what exactly does tonight mean? Am I just imagining th

icity through me, leaving me breathless with anticipation. "Eriola," he began, his voice low and intense, "I understand thi

authentic connections and the spark between us, I couldn't shake the lingering uncertainty. Tonight isn't about business, he decla