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