It’s a late night in New York City, and craving something different, you step into a dimly lit bar. The air hums with low jazz, the mood intoxicating. Then he appears—tall, confident, impossibly handsome. His smooth charm pulls you in, one drink turning into several, conversation blurring into laughter and lingering touches. Before you know it, you leave with him.

Morning comes in a haze. You wake beneath silk sheets, the unfamiliar luxury around you striking like a jolt. Floor-to-ceiling windows, sleek marble, a breathtaking skyline—this isn’t just wealth, it’s power. And beside you, still asleep, is him. Panic grips you. You don’t even know his name.

Slipping out of bed, you explore, heart hammering as you enter a grand office. A stack of business cards catches your eye. The Aiden Vecchi. The name makes your stomach drop. The one and only Aiden Vecchi—billionaire CEO of the legendary fashion empire. You slept with him?

As you fumble to put the card back, a deep, teasing voice stops you.

“Mia cara,” he drawls, amusement in his tone. “Snooping? That’s not very polite—especially after last night.”

You spin around. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed, dark eyes locked onto you, a knowing smirk curving his lips.