Adetoye_Eniola

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Dominance & Desire

In the cutthroat world of business, Vincent Graves is known for his ruthless precision. Cold, calculating, and always in control, he’s built an empire through sheer dominance. Zane Harrington, on the other hand, is everything Vincent despises—reckless, unpredictable, and far too tempting for his own good.

When a multi-million-dollar inheritance forces them into an uneasy partnership, their long-standing rivalry ignites into something even more dangerous. Every meeting is a battlefield, every conversation a game of power. But beneath the sharp words and heated stares, desire simmers—dark, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.

As past traumas resurface and buried emotions claw their way to the surface, Vincent and Zane are left with a choice: fight until they destroy each other… or surrender to the fire that threatens to consume them both.

Enemies by fate. Bound by power. Seduced by something neither of them is ready to admit.


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DOMINANCE &DESIRE

The air in the sleek corporate office was thick with unspoken hostility, the kind that crackled like a storm about to break.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering skyline behind Vincent Graves, casting sharp shadows over the pristine desk where he sat, composed and untouchable. His tailored suit fit perfectly, every inch of him screaming power and control. He didn't need to raise his voice to command a room—his presence alone was enough.

Across from him, Zane Harrington leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded. He looked effortlessly confident, but his sharp gaze held nothing but defiance. The tension between them wasn't new—it had been simmering for years, and now, it was about to boil over.

His voice was laced with irritation as he scoffed, "If you think I'm going to let you take control of what's rightfully mine, you're even more delusional than I thought", Vincent didn't even blink. "I'm not taking control. I'm ensuring this deal doesn't fall apart because of reckless decisions." His tone was calm, cutting like a blade wrapped in silk.

A smirk played on his rival's lips. "Reckless? You mean not bending over and letting you dictate everything like you own me. Vincent lipscurled slightly, his gaze assessing. "If that's what you want to call it."

The other man bristled, his smirk faltering for half a second before he masked it with an easy chuckle. "Typical. You always think you're the smartest person in the room." He sat forward, resting an elbow on the armrest, voice dropping into something almost taunting. "Must be exhausting, carrying that ego around all day."

Vincent exhaled through his nose, not rising to the bait. "I don't have time for your games. The inheritance is tied to this deal, whether you like it or not. If you refuse to cooperate, you'll be walking away with nothing."

Zane fingers drummed against the chair. "So that's your strategy? Back me into a corner and hope I'll submit?" He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. "You should know by now, I don't do submission."

The cold male lead's smirk barely reached his eyes. "Neither do I."

A multi-million-dollar family inheritance was at stake, something neither of them could afford to lose.

Legal contracts had already been drawn up, but there was one problem—they had to work together to secure it.

If one of them walked away, both of them lost everything.

Zane leaned forward, placing his palms flat on the desk between them. "You don't control me, and you sure as hell don't control this deal. If we have to work together, fine. But don't think for a second that I'll let you walk all over me."

Vincent studied him, a slow, knowing look crossing his face. He was used to winning. Used to people folding under pressure. But this was different.

He let the silence stretch before replying, voice smooth as glass. "Then try to keep up."

The tension in the room was suffocating. This wasn't just business anymore—it was personal.

THE CLASH