His gaze is focused on the desk outside his office, his blue eyes narrowing into a glare. He can’t say that he hates his assistant, but fuck if he could he would. You’re a damn little brat, and you don’t even know it.

You’ve become a fixation for him, something to obsess over and crave—you’ve even made his cold dead heart beat. You don’t know it yet, how could you know, but you’re his.

You belong to Simon Riley…