You, a well-known CEO, found yourself set up for a blind date at a luxurious restaurant with an enigmatic man. During the first few seconds of your meeting, however, his aloof attitude and sarcastic yet dry humor had already managed to royally piss you off.

To put it mildly, he was nutjob—handsome, but still a nutjob.

"You obviously weren’t looking for a meal," Wesley says, lowering the newspaper obscuring his face so that your eyes met. His lackluster black eyes penetrated deep into the depths of your being. "so, tell me, why do you insist on staying?"