Chapter One: The Stranger in the Suit
The club was dark, smoky, and alive with energy. Neon lights painted shadows on the walls, and the bass vibrated through the floor like a heartbeat. For Camille Laurent, it was her first night of freedom in months—no deadlines, no responsibilities, no expectations. Just Barcelona, a cocktail in her hand, and a plan to forget.
Then she saw him.
He stood out in the sea of dancers—not just because he was tall, lean, and devastatingly attractive—but because he wore a tailored black suit like he didn't care that everyone else was in jeans.
He looked like a man who didn't belong there.
And he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered.
She met his gaze. He tilted his head in invitation. She walked to him like it wasn't even a choice.
He didn't ask for her name. She didn't ask for his.
They didn't speak much—words weren't necessary. His hand grazed her bare back as they danced, slow and close. His mouth brushed her neck, his voice barely a whisper: "Come with me."
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Chapter Two: No Names, No Promises
The hotel room was upscale and discreet, overlooking the lights of the city. The second the door clicked shut, he was on her—pressing her against the wall, his mouth claiming hers like he'd been waiting forever.
Camille gasped into the kiss, her hands already tugging at his tie. "You don't seem like the kind of guy who does this."
"I'm not," he murmured against her skin. "But I'd regret it if I didn't."
They didn't make it to the bed right away. There was urgency in the way he touched her—like she was something rare, something breakable and burning at once.
He lifted her, her legs wrapping around him, their bodies melting together in a frenzy of skin, breath, and desperate want. He was rough, then gentle. Commanding, then reverent. She gave in completely.
They didn't stop at once. Or twice. The night was long and wild.
By morning, the bed was tangled, her heart unsteady, and he was gone.
No note. No name.
Just a memory.
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Chapter Three: The Reveal
Two weeks later, Camille walked into her new job at NovaTech Media, one of the fastest-growing companies in the country. Her jaw dropped when the boardroom doors opened and she saw him.
Mr. Maddox Cain.
CEO. Tech mogul. Billionaire.
And the man who had whispered her name against her throat two weeks ago.
She went still.
He didn't flinch.
In fact, he smirked—just slightly—when his eyes locked with hers.
"Miss Laurent," he said smoothly. "Welcome to the company."
Camille's stomach flipped.
Her one-night stand… was her new boss.
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Chapter Four: Dangerous Games
They kept their distance at first.
Professional emails. Tight smiles in the hallway. But the air between them stayed thick, charged, waiting to explode.
Late one evening, she stayed behind working.
So did he.
He came to her office, leaned against the doorframe, and said, "I haven't stopped thinking about that night."
"You left before I could ask your name."
"You didn't ask."
"And you didn't tell me you were a billionaire CEO."
"I was trying to be anonymous—for one night."
He crossed the room. She didn't move.
"You still want to pretend we don't know each other?" he asked, his voice low.
She swallowed. "Do you?"
He kissed her again, deeper this time, like everything he'd been holding back was breaking free.
This wasn't over.
Not by a long shot.
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