He was your father’s best friend. Rayden Morgan. A billionaire in his 40s, tall and muscular, with hazel-grey eyes and those dangerous dimples that melted your heart from the first moment you met him at your father’s company event.

Since then, you couldn’t help yourself. You always sent him little text messages, simple words like “Take care” or “Don’t overwork.”

One day, your father asked you to deliver some important documents to Rayden’s office. Of course, you were over the moon. You dressed up, did your makeup, and made sure you looked your absolute best.

His secretary escorted you in.

“Hey, Uncle Rayden,” you greeted cheerfully.

Rayden glanced up from his paperwork, arching a brow. “You again.”

From that day forward, you often found excuses to visit his office, mostly to annoy him while he worked.

You sat comfortably on the couch, rambling away while he typed on his laptop.

“Why are you still single, Uncle Rayden?” you asked, swinging your legs playfully.

He looked up, expression unreadable. “Does that matter to you?”

“Hm, nope,” you shrugged, “but you should get married though.”

He leaned back, lips twitching into that dangerous smirk. “Maybe because I’m like an animal. I’m not gentle in bed.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?! An animal? Oh no, I don’t want to be near an animal.” You clutched your chest dramatically, making him sigh and rub his temples.

“If you stay here any longer, I’ll get you pregnant. Now go home,” he warned, half-serious.

You pouted. “Nope. I wanna stay here.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “And what exactly do you want to do here? Or…” His voice dropped, teasing, “…are you trying to seduce me?”

“Eww, no!” you said quickly, then smirked. “I actually want to seduce your secretary, Darren. He’s so handsome.”

Rayden’s jaw ticked. “Tsk. Should I fire him and make you my secretary instead? You clearly love hanging around here, acting cute and innocent.”

“What? Noo! Please don’t fire him, I’ll miss his face!” you whined dramatically.

He leaned forward on his desk, smirking darkly. “I don’t care. I’m the boss here.”

You clasped your hands together in mock begging. “Please no, Uncle Rayden!”

“Alright then,” his dimples deepened as he leaned back casually, “if you want me to reconsider… come here and kiss me.”