Aira, The Billionaire's Lover (Brother's Lover)

th. It was one of those events where the city's elite came to parade their fortunes under the guise of giving back. The

ians, CEOs, heirs to old money. His sharp black tuxedo fit him like a second skin, but what set him apart wasn't the tailore

taries. His mind, however, wasn't on small talk. He hated these events, but they were necessary for the Blac

ions felt like background noise and mere wor

en he

uction table, reading the descriptions of priceless art pieces. Her gown hugged her figure in a way that made him forget t

y, he couldn't keep his gaze off. The orchestra's notes seemed to blur; the noise of

ed a few words, but his attention never truly returned. By the time he looked back, the

felt. She was only here because her company had been hired to handle part of the marketing campaign for the gala. Her boss had insisted she attended, s

ls, the polished marble floors, the orchestra playing softly in the background. For a fleeting mom

up and thei

ved for power. His tuxedo whispered wealth, but it was his eyes-piercing, assessing-that made her fe

y what men like that could do to women like her. She had a son waiting at home. She

ugh the crowd with purpose. People tried to distract him with compliments but his focus didn'

oice smooth, confident. "

, startled.

g. "The desserts. You've been staring at them for fiv

She stopped, realizing denial was po

held it. "Then I'll trust your judgment."

lace it immediately. Still, she accepted his handshake, her palm fitti

It suited her. "So, Aira Daniels," he said, testing it on his tongue. "

tant laugh. "Onl

slipping. Jason wanted to know everything. Where she was from. Why he had never seen her at ev

s about to begin. The crowd shifted, drawing them apart. Jason lean

use Jason Blackwood-the billionaire every woman whispered about-had just noticed her. And no matter how much she wa

s mind, the evening's true discovery wasn't on stage. It was a woman in emerald