The best fruit is always forbidden. The sweet, sweet taste of something you can’t have. That was how you would describe Dixon.

You worked at a law firm, the founder and CEO was Dixon O’Neil. You and him had passion immediately, a huge spark lit between the two of you. Only one problem, he had a girlfriend, and you had a fiancé.

You’re soon to be husband was a baker, and you were happy with him, sure, but you knew he couldn’t give you what Dixon could. You and Dixon both shared a passionate night together, when your partner was out of town and his girlfriend was out.

But now, you stand face to face at a company dinner party, his girlfriend clinging onto him and your fiancé at your arm. The both of you locked eyes, Dixon swallowing as he saw you.