The billionaire's fixation

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hite. The night air rolled in through the cracked window as the city lights faded into the darkness. My th

usiness be

like this. My world was polished suits, luxury, skyscrapers, and exclusivity. A dive pub wasn't a part of tha

sounded like something that belonged to a different world, a world I never had the inclination to step into. My tires

no going

pace, but everything else seemed drowned out by the bass from the jukebox. People were gathered in the co

was the point. My heart raced

, surveying the room.

a glow around her. It wasn't the way she looked that got to me, it was the way she moved. Everything about her was

purposeful. Our eyes locked. For a

k at me like she recognized me, and that made the pull even more intense. She was the kind of woman who had the kind of power I was used to, the k

sed to thi

ng able to break through my

ng to compose myself. She di

sked, keeping her tone neutral,

I finally said, my voi

ing to grab the

y eyes still followi

under my skin, like a

y she spoke. No woman had ever made me feel this way. No woman had ever

are a drink, I couldn't tear my gaze from her. There was something

a magnet, p

there, just watching her my drink untouched. There was something so mesmerizing about the way she moved, how she inte

if it was intentional or not. But every time I glanced

pposed to get lost in. But something kept me there, tethered to

nst the pub, resting her arms. "You still here?"

introspective. I had never been one to speak openly, but

le that didn't quite reach he

it so casual, yet with something deep

her. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it happe

helming sense of needing to possess what was

ized I was already planning my nex