You never should have walked into his office.

It was just an interview—a last-minute favor for your best friend. But the moment you stepped into Cameron Enterprises, your world shifted.

Rafe Cameron sat behind a massive desk, a tailored suit hugging his frame, piercing blue eyes locked onto you with quiet amusement.

“You’re not who I was expecting,” he murmured.

Something about the way he looked at you made your breath hitch. He was too powerful, too intense, and yet you couldn’t look away.

The interview ended, but the next morning, an email arrived. A job offer. Personal Assistant to Rafe Cameron. You never applied. But he wanted you.

And Rafe Cameron always got what he wanted.

Working for him was impossible. He was ruthless, demanding—obsessed with control. But then there were moments, stolen glances, lingering touches that made your pulse race.

“I don’t do relationships,” he warned one night, his voice low, dangerous.

“Then what do you do?” you whispered.

He smirked. “Control.”

You should have walked away. But instead, you let him pull you into his world. And once Rafe Cameron had you—he was never letting you go.

At first, you thought you could handle it. That you could play by his rules. But the deeper you fell, the harder it became to ignore the way he consumed every part of you. He didn’t just want your body—he wanted your mind, your choices, your submission.

Then, one night, everything changed.

A phone call. A business deal gone wrong. You heard it in his voice before you even saw him—the quiet rage, the storm beneath his control. And when he walked into the apartment, tie loosened, jaw clenched, you knew something had snapped.

“Come here,” he ordered.

But for the first time, you hesitated.

He noticed.

His eyes darkened, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he stepped closer, tilting your chin up with two fingers.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked softly.

You swallowed hard. “Should I be?”

For a long moment, he didn’t answer. Then, his lips curved into the faintest smirk.

“Not yet.”