The city stretched endlessly beneath them, a sea of lights flickering against the night sky. Amanda stood on the rooftop terrace of Black Enterprises, the cool wind brushing against her skin. Greyson had asked her to join him after a long day of meetings, and though she hesitated, curiosity had led her here.
He stood near the edge, his silhouette framed by the skyline. For once, he looked less like the untouchable billionaire and more like a man searching for something he couldn't quite name.
"You ever wonder," Greyson said quietly, "what it costs to build a life like this?"
Amanda stepped closer, her voice soft. "I imagine it costs more than money."
Greyson's gaze lingered on the city below. "It costs trust. It costs love. It costs pieces of yourself you don't get back."
Amanda's chest tightened. She had seen glimpses of his vulnerability before, but tonight it felt different — raw, unguarded. "And was it worth it?" she asked.
Greyson turned, his eyes locking with hers. The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch. "It gave me power. But power without someone to share it with... feels empty."
The silence between them deepened, charged with unspoken truths. Amanda's heart raced, torn between caution and longing. She wanted to step back, to remind herself of the risks, but instead she found herself moving closer.
Greyson's voice dropped, lower, almost intimate. "Amanda, I've tried to ignore this. I've tried to keep you at a distance. But every day, you break through the walls I've built. You make me feel things I thought I buried years ago."
Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "Greyson..."
He closed the distance, his eyes never leaving hers. "I can't pretend anymore. I want you. Not as my assistant. Not as someone who works for me. I want you as the woman who's changed everything."
Amanda's heart thundered in her chest. The rooftop seemed to fade, the city lights blurring into nothing. All that remained was the man before her — powerful, vulnerable, and confessing the truth she had long felt but never dared to speak.
For a moment, she couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Then, slowly, she whispered, "I want you too."
Greyson's expression softened, the weight of his confession lifting. He reached for her hand, his touch firm yet tender, and in that instant Amanda knew: the line they had tried so hard not to cross had vanished.
The rooftop, the city, the world itself seemed to hold its breath as Greyson Black and Amanda Evans stepped into a love that was as dangerous as it was undeniable.