e. Cold hearted

't faze him in the slightest. Please. He'd heard worse. A lot worse. She wasn't the fi

red, as he nonchalantly cleaned his ear

was flushed red with rage.

shrill with humiliation and lef

down was practically a tradition after a one night stand. H

nking? That he was looking for love?

. One night stands were exactly what the name implied, one freaking night. A fleeting fix for lust. Only na

g a man. Men had needs. Women satisf

hit!" she snarled. "My name's not Eina.

ce again, if you're done throwing a fit, kindly see yourself

on his back. Passionate ones. If he had to rate her performance, he'd probably give her an eight. Maybe an

e screeched again, her voice

tormed out, slamming the door behind her, leaving Adrian

st funny how every woman who slept with him thought what they had was more than just

But Adrian wasn't

e in love. Never

airytales. And Adrian

both departments. No, what really drew them in was power. That sharp mind of his, the one that had built an empi

en everythi

is scraped knees and called him her world, walked out without a second glance.

d believing in anything

y? It was a

r. Sharper. He traded his dreams of becoming a photographer for boardrooms and bottom lines. Late nights. Brutal dea

it w

nto a multi sector empire that now dominated electronics across Southea

ucha

ow, knowing the empire she walked away fr

who he was. They loved the package

felt a damn thing

n made him pause. Every smile, every touch, every whispere

ver said his name, Adrian Williams, w

til on

stay exactly w

oz

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nock. Kn

y, eyes never leaving the st

r creak

s, is here. He's waiting outside," Bianca

rian finall

fingers clasped nervously in front of her. Her voice was as gentle

Will

d slightly. That

er did. If his father wanted to see him, he usually called

ered, a flicker of unease b

ice pulled him out of his tho

then nodded. "Ye

leave. As she walked toward the door,

And Bianca's figure? Yeah, that was a nice view. Th

t it ma

t Adrian never mixed business with pleasure and especial

in his office,

e second of appreciation... then

ther w

eling this wasn't j

d of body most women would kill for, a

tly sculpted it could've been carved by the gods. If Bianca ever bothered to

never play

oring, no nonsense bun. And her wardrobe? Buttoned up blouses and long skirts. Not a trac

flirt with h

rop files just to bend over in front of him. She didn't linger

ct like she gave a da

as... c

enough, kind

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