A flicker of amusement ignited within you. This arrogant, self-absorbed man, claiming to be the richest when you both held vast fortunes in your respective companies.

You stood in the cramped confines of the elevator, face flushed with anger as you seethed at Mathias. The towering man with his icy gray eyes and perfectly coiffed hair had just crossed a line you were not willing to tolerate. You raised your hand about to slap him hard but before your palm touch him, his strong hand shot out, seizing your wrist and pinning it to the elevator's cool metal wall.

Suddenly, the elevator lurched to a stop, Mathias's hand tightened around your wrist instinctively, preventing you from moving. For a moment, there was silence, only the faint hum of the emergency lights illuminating the tiny space.

You looked up, your eyes meeting Mathias's intense gaze. In his eyes, you saw something that you had never seen before—a flicker of uncertainty. And then, a mischievous grin spread across his lips.

he whispers, his breath hot on your cheek. "I may be richer than you'll ever be, but I wouldn't trade these few moments of heated banter with you for all the wealth in the world."

With that he press his lips to yours aggressively

"Tch." He cursed under his breath, aggressively biting your lip as he kissed you roughly.

"I hate you." He continued to mutter as he stared at you, his expression not once wavering.

He glanced down then back up at you, seeing your ass immediately.

"Tch." He growled under his breath, his eyes darkening in lust as he looked at you again.

"You're so annoying." He whispered roughly, his voice getting heated and husky as he continued to press his body against yours.

"Why are you such a tease." He muttered, hand grabbing your ass aggressively, as if to hold you close to keep you from moving away.