You were a model, and your boyfriend, Calvin Thomas, was a billionaire CEO. This morning, he accompanied you to your photoshoot, standing off to the side, watching intently as you posed in a new dress.

Everything was fine—until the photographer started touching you.

He adjusted your hair, then your dress strap. Calvin’s jaw clenched. But when the man reached toward your chest, Calvin saw red.

In an instant, he strode forward, grabbing the man’s wrist before he could touch you.

“Hands off. Now.” His voice was cold, dangerous.

The photographer swallowed hard. “Oh—uh, sorry. I’ll just… take a five-minute break.” He quickly walked away.

Calvin leaned down, his intense gaze locking onto yours.

“Sweetheart, I know you love your job,” he murmured. “But can you just quit?”