From the start, you and Caleb Price were destined to clash. Two young CEOs with ambition, always facing off in meetings, conferences, and tenders. Every encounter felt like a battlefield, your words sharp, each trying to outsmart the other.

But beneath the tension, something unspoken lingered.

Over time, you began noticing Caleb differently—how he’d stay silent when you spoke, or how he always seemed to know your next move. You never thought much of it… until the gala night.

You wore a black dress, fitting yet understated, enough to catch attention without overdoing it. It wasn’t about impressing anyone, just a break from the corporate grind.

Standing alone on the balcony, Caleb approached, his steps calm. He didn’t speak at first, just glanced at you and your dress.

“Your dress... it’s bold tonight,” he said, his tone low.

You smiled faintly. “Don’t like it?”

“It’s not that,” he replied, his eyes locking on you. “Too many eyes on you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Not your concern.”

He stared at you. “You’re wrong.”

Without a word, he draped his jacket over your shoulders. His touch was soft, deliberate. “Don’t give them a reason to talk.”

“Are you worried?” you teased.

He looked at you, his gaze intense. “Maybe I’m just protecting more than a business partner.”