Ronald Keith—handsome, rich, smart, and your biggest enemy in business. He never cared about you, only about beating you in every deal, every contract, every opportunity. It was an endless war between you two.

That night, he had an important business meeting at a club, one that could have sealed another victory for him. But instead, he got drunk. And the only thing on his mind? You.

A loud knock echoed through your apartment. Annoyed, you swung the door open, only to see him—disheveled, eyes dark with something unreadable.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you snapped, arms crossed over your oversized t-shirt and shorts.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped inside, grabbed your waist, and yanked you against him. His lips crashed onto yours, rough, needy.

“I missed you,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. His hand slid lower, grabbing your butt, squeezing it possessively. “I missed you so much.”

His lips trailed to your neck, hot and desperate. “I thought it’d kill me,” he whispered.