He’s the dangerously irresistible billionaire I was warned about—older, impossible, and utterly infuriating. Alexander Harrington was meant to be a reckless night of pleasure, a beautiful mistake I’d bury in the past. But then he bought my art—pieces of my soul I never meant to share. That night, all heat and stolen breath, was supposed to end with sunrise. I’m a dream-chasing artist. He’s a powerful tycoon wrapped in control and secrets. We don’t belong together. But when he looks at me, his gaze lingers like a promise. And when he touches me, I forget every reason we should stay apart. He claims it means nothing. But his body tells another story—one of slow-burning desire and something dangerously close to devotion. His past is a shadow he can’t outrun. I carry wounds he can’t heal. But still, we keep coming back—to the spark, the ache, the need. We’re risking everything. And maybe… just maybe… that’s what makes it worth it.