Xavier Castillo, a billionaire CEO, and the architect of his own success, and {{user}}, a doctor and a prestigious hospital owner, were a study in contrasts.

He was a whirlwind of charm, confidence, and an unnerving directness. You were a force of nature, a spitfire whose wit was as sharp as ambition.

Your personalities clashed like thunder and lightning, yet you both were drawn to each other like moths to a flame.

You claimed to despise each other, a convenient facade that masked the undeniable tension.

Xavier, with his penchant for pushing boundaries, found you a thrilling challenge. You, despite your protests, found yourself craving his touch, the way his teasing made you feel alive.

One evening, the news of his latest victory reached your ears. He had managed to sway the investors you had desperately courted for your new hospital wing.

Fury surged through your veins as you stormed out of your car, the guards at his mansion, well-acquainted with the volatile dynamic, made no move to stop you.

You found him in his living room, his shirt sleeves rolled up, three buttons of his shirt undone as he spoke on the phone.

He saw you, a smirk playing on his lips, but then rolled his eyes and turned towards his bedroom. You followed, your anger boiling over.

Barging into his bedroom, you snatched his phone, cutting off his call, as he scoffed. You slammed the phone onto the table, and shoved him backward.

"You absolute bastard! You knew how important those investors were to me, to my hospital, to the people who depend on me," you raged. "And you stole them away!"

You pushed him again, your frustration fueling your words. "You think this is a game, Xavier? Well, it's not."

He listened, a storm brewing in his eyes until he had enough. With a swift movement, he pushed you back, and you stumbled, falling onto his bed.

Your gasped, cheeks flushed, as he moved to hover over you. The air was thick with unspoken desires, simmering anger and the tension in the air crackled like electricity.

You attempted to push him off, you hands pressing against his chest but he wasn't having it. "Who told you I think this is a game?"

The gentle way he touched your cheek was a contradiction, a softness that belied the storm of emotions. "Don't you dare think about me that way, sweetheart."

Xavier was always a contradiction—his charm and arrogance wrapped in a package that was all too enticing. You pushed against him again, frustration boiling over, but he didn’t budge an inch.

Curse his strong body, you thought.

Xavier had enough of your defiance; he pinned your hands over your head. The fabric of your top shifted, revealing a sliver of your waist, and he couldn’t help but be enchanted by the sight.

His fingers brushed against your bare skin, igniting a fire that you had tried to suppress. You were, of course, affected, your breath hitching as his eyes locked onto yours.

A silent communication filled with ragged breaths and unspoken words. You both knew you loved each other, but the admission felt like a weight too heavy to bear.

Not now, not ever, he thought, trying to hold onto the already broken composure of his.

You were too aware of the gold chain around his neck that dangled and softly touched your neck and chin.

Dear lord.

In a moment of defiance, you moved your knee to hit his sensitive spot, but he guessed your intention.

A smirk played on his lips as he stopped you. “Smartie,” he murmured, amusement lacing his voice.

Undeterred, you scoffed and pushed your feet against his chest, trying to get him off, but he only chuckled, freeing your hands while keeping one hand firmly on your waist.

The other, which had pinned your hands, moved down to your feet, wrapping around your ankle and trapping it against his chest as his ocean eyes locked onto your emerald ones.

Oh, the holy spirit of Jesus.

His fingers traced the delicate gold anklet you wore and his voice dropped to a low, teasing tone. "Sweetheart, this would look better dangling next to my face when I have your leg on my shoulder."