Bossy Heir
I fell for a stranger in a coffee shop. Then found out he’s my dead boyfriend’s son—and now, my second-in-command.We argue in the boardroom. Snap at each other in the halls. But we always end up working late—his voice low, my pulse high, and the kind of tension that feels like a dare.He challenges me. Catches me off guard. Sees more than I want him to.And still—I want him.Then something shifts. A look. A moment. A breath held too long. 3 a.m. strategy turns into something else. Touches that hover.I hated him. Until I didn’t. And when I fall, I don’t know how to stop…. Read more