Billion Dollar Devil

He offered me the opportunity of a lifetime. I didn't realize I was signing away my soul.

He wasn’t ever supposed to see my video.

It was just another amateur video posted to the internet—a casual analysis of billionaire recluse Cyrus Bane. I didn't think anyone would watch it, let alone the man himself.

Now I'm standing in his isolated mountain mansion, being offered the opportunity of a six months staying in his luxurious mansion, with complete access to one of the most sought-after men in the world and a paycheck that would erase my student debt overnight.

It should be simple. Professional. But nothing about Cyrus Bane is simple.

From the moment I sign his contract, I realize the job offer is merely a pretense. There's something darkly possessive in the way he watches me, something dangerous in the way his commanding touch awakens needs I never knew I had. He tests my limits, pushes my boundaries, and worst of all—I crave more with every demanding kiss and whispered instruction.

Now I'm trapped between my growing feelings for a powerful man who controls everything in his world and the devastating secrets that could tear us both apart. Walking away should be the smart choice, but how do I leave when every fiber of my being yearns to surrender completely to the devil in the bespoke suit?

Unfortunately, I've realized far too late that some contracts can't be broken. And some desires won't be denied.