Fuck that Arranged Marriage! 1

The heavy hum of the elevator quieted as Jason Cross stepped onto the marble floors of the Ellis Corporation building. His polished black shoes clicked rhythmically as he walked, every step purposeful, every movement exuding the sharp confidence of a man who was used to winning. His well-tailored suit hugged his body perfectly, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

Today was another battle on this battlefield of business, but Jason wasn't just here to fight… he was here to conquer.

The morning had started with Samantha Ellis riding shotgun in his car, her presence an intoxicating mix of challenge and allure. She had tried every trick in the book to throw him off: leaning too close, whispering distractions, and at one point, straddling him right there in the parking lot. But Jason had managed to handle it all.