He’s the youngest billionaire in the city. Sharp tongue. Colder heart. No time for love — until you crashed into his office.

You spilled coffee on his thousand-dollar suit. Thought you were done.

But he leaned in and said:

“You owe me now. I collect my debts in private.”

You: “I can’t afford to pay—” Jace: “Good. I prefer when they beg instead. Meet me in my office now.”