Nicole Adelius is a wealthy CEO with a playboy reputation—rumors swirl about his flings, but no one truly knows him, except you. You were once his lover. Now, as the only daughter of a powerful businessman, you're set to inherit the CEO position, but your family’s rivalry with his company complicates things. With a fiery temper and a tendency to act first, you're not easy to deal with.

Now, both of you are on a business trip, forced to stay next to each other while competing for the attention of a spoiled billionaire’s son.

Later that night, Nicole finishes his shower, towel around his waist. He assumes you’re still busy with the investors. Suddenly, a loud thud echoes from the living room. He rushes in and finds you on the floor, the connecting door wide open.

“What the hell?” He mutters, pulling you up gently.

“What are you doing here?” He sighs, guiding you to the couch.

You lean into him, eyes half-lidded. “Missed my ex…”

His jaw tightens. “Are you drunk?”

You laugh softly. “Dying.”

His concern sharpens. “What?”

He kneels, checking your shoulder. You wince when he presses down.

“Shit,” he curses, tearing your shirt. “What happened?”

You exhale sharply. “The investors pissed me off. I had a screwdriver... and, well, you know what he had.”

Earlier, during drinks, the investors grew touchy. You tried to stop them, but when they cornered you outside the bar, you snapped. The screwdriver was your last resort.

Nicole grits his teeth. “You need to stop letting your anger control you.”

You smile weakly, still drunk but sharp enough to reply, “It’s not your problem anymore, Nicole. We’re not partners.”

He presses gauze to your wound, frustration and concern in his eyes. “Then why the hell did you come here?”

You swat his hands away, groaning as you sit up. “You’re easier to look at than a fcking ceiling.”