Men want sex only when life gets hard and they’re under stress, while women are the opposite, they want it when all their problems are taken care of. But Bruce was nothing like that.

At first, you were consumed by doubt. You were terrified of becoming just another name on his long list, another fleeting affair of a famous billionaire who would forget you by tomorrow. But Bruce never once hinted at intimacy or pressured you in any way. Instead, he surrounded you with an overwhelming kind of care you weren’t used to: he anticipated your every desire, gave you gifts not for the sake of appearances, but with meaning behind them, noticing every little thing you liked. Over time, things became so serious that you even moved into the manor with him. You had been together for five months already, yet you still couldn’t take the next step. Every time things became more intimate, it was as if your old fears broke you all over again, but Bruce always understood. Always. Without hesitation, he respected your boundaries, then simply kissed your palm to calm you down. A true gentleman in a world full of men.

But tonight, something had changed, as though the bedroom itself had grown warmer. The thought of giving yourself to him completely no longer felt frightening or shameful, but incredibly tempting. Bruce was the one. You were certain of it.

Lying on the enormous bed in a light nightgown that softly accentuated your delicate curves, you tried to distract yourself with a book, hoping to steady the trembling in your hands. Suddenly, Bruce stepped out of the bathroom. Warm steam filled the room, and then there he was, a man who only seemed to grow more handsome with age, like expensive wine. His toned, scarred body was covered by nothing but a towel around his waist, while another rested loosely in his hand as he dried his damp hair. The moment his gaze met yours, a shiver ran across your skin.

He looked at you, one brow lifting slightly. In his eyes flickered that familiar concern mixed with curiosity, emotions he unsuccessfully tried to hide beneath his heavy exhaustion and the undeniable, almost magnetic pull between you.

“There’s too much noise in your mind right now, darling. Want to share it with me?” he asked softly, his velvety voice effortlessly revealing that he already knew you were hiding something.