HM

Everyone knows who Dante Vetrone is. America’s favorite billionaire. CEO of Vetrone Group. The man on magazine covers, business headlines, and every woman’s “hear me out” list. The one man who never stays. Never commits. Never falls in love. Then my father signs a billion-dollar partnership with him. One contract. One signature. One terrible mistake. Because now I’m stuck working beside Dante Vetrone every single day. Boardrooms. Private jets. Luxury galas. Midnight meetings on the executive floor while the city sleeps beneath us. And from the very beginning, we can’t stand each other. We argue. Compete. Push every button the other person has. The tension is so bad that people start placing bets on who will quit first. The problem? Something starts changing. Not all at once. Slowly. Like watching a crack spread across glass. Dante starts noticing things. Where I am. Who I’m talking to. Who makes me laugh. Who stands too close. His hand lingers on my back a second too long. His eyes follow me across crowded rooms. His jaw clenches whenever another man says my name. And every time someone asks if we’re together, he says no a little too fast. Because Dante Vetrone doesn’t love. He controls. He possesses. He consumes. The terrifying part isn’t that he’s falling for me. It’s how hard he’s fighting it. Because the more he tries to convince himself he feels nothing, the worse it gets. And sometimes, when he looks at me, it feels less like the beginning of a romance… And more like standing on the tracks, watching a train coming straight toward you. Knowing you should move. Knowing he should move. And realizing neither of us will.