Beneath the billionaire's heart

ire, built on the backs of generations, had afforded him a life of luxury and privilege. But as he stood at the floor-t

ng his spirit and stifling his soul. He longed to break free from the gilded cage t

s reputation, held him back. So he continued to play the role expected of him,

him with an intensity that made Eric's skin prickle. Alex, his father's newest protege, was a

suspended in a sea of tension and desire. Eric's heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears, as

body. He couldn't look away, mesmerized by the intensity of Alex's g

w and husky, breaking the spell

the brief moment of connection. He turn

r this time. "I know what it's like to f

Alex's face. "What do you mean?" he a

that I see you, Eric. I see the real you, behind the mask of pri

deep within him. No one had ever spoken to him like

voice filled with emotion. "

face. "I understand more than you think,"

lked away, leaving Eric to ponder