His Terms: A Billionaire Age Gap Romance

He didn’t touch me. But he made me ache like he already had.

I wasn’t supposed to notice him. Not at the gala. Not in the dark.

I was just the girl in heels I couldn’t afford, keeping the rich happy and the chaos quiet. Clipboard in hand. Smile in place. Faking it in a world built on power, secrets, and sharp suits. Then the elevator stopped. The lights went out. And he stepped in.

Matteo Laurent wasn’t just a man. He was dominance in human form. Quiet. Calculated. Deadly calm. He didn’t ask my name. Didn’t lay a finger on me. Just spoke. And with nothing but his voice, he made me feel like I was already on my knees for him.

When the lights flicked back on, he vanished like a ghost.

Days later, he summoned me to his office.

Now I’m caught in his orbit. He’s older, richer than God, and utterly unreadable. The city bends to him. Men owe him favors. Women beg for his attention. And I still don’t know why he chose me.

I should run. I should remember the roof leaking over my mother’s bed. My brother’s tuition. The promises I made to never let a man break me again.

But every time he looks at me, I lose track of every rule I thought I lived by.

He says I don’t scare easy. That I’m not like the others.

Maybe that’s why I can’t stop wondering…
What if being his is exactly what I need?