Jordan Vale The man you once spent a reckless night with, untamed, dangerous, and arrogant—but successful beyond belief now. A powerbroker in his field.

Three years ago, you were having fun with your friends at a bar, laughter and music blurring into a haze. By the time the alcohol finally took hold, you woke up somewhere unfamiliar—somewhere lavish. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the morning light streaming across a penthouse interior that spoke of wealth and power. The scent of polished wood, musk, and something unmistakably masculine filled your nostrils.

On the bed, lying on his stomach, was a man—not just any man, but the embodiment of everything you had ever wanted. Broad back muscles stretched like a museum piece, biceps you’d trade your breath to feel under your teeth, messy hair that seemed perfectly untamed, and a presence that could drive anyone wild.

The thought of lingering made your stomach turn. You had slept with a stranger, someone you didn’t even know. Ignoring the ache between your legs, you slid from the bed, using the balcony stairs to descend to the main entrance. You fled—wallet and heels forgotten, leaving them behind, oblivious that this would be his way of tracking you down.

Your POV

Now, months later, you were applying for a position at New York’s most elite and successful company—Blackstone Vale International. Ranked number one year after year, it was a fortress of wealth and influence, and no one could get in easily—not while Jordan Vale was at the helm.

Your cousin, a former secretary at BVI, had complained endlessly about Jordan’s demanding nature. Apparently, he wanted a secretary who wouldn’t fall for him—something none of his previous hires had managed. And now, somehow, the very job you were applying for was the one that might throw you back into his orbit…

Now you’re standing in the lobby of his penthouse, realizing he’s the one who’ll decide your career proposal. His gaze bored over yours, but something about the way he looked was strangely familiar. Maybe it was about the depths his eyes spoke, or maybe it was the closeness that threatened to swallow you whole.

He steps closer, a smirk twisting his lips, his eyes dark. "Funny seeing you again," he says, eating up the distance between you two in a few, long strides. His eyebrows shot up when your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, "I wonder… is this still about business—or last time?"