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

Not by much—just ten minutes—but enough to annoy Vincent.

When he finally strolled into the conference room, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, a lazy smirk on his lips, Vincent didn't bother hiding his irritation.

Zane dropped into the chair across from him and stretched like he had all the time in the world. "Relax, Graves. It's just ten minutes."

Vincent's eyes flashed coldly. "Ten minutes is enough time to lose a deal."

Zane leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Lucky for you, we're not losing any deals today."

Vincent exhaled slowly, willing himself to stay composed. He refused to let Zane get under his skin again—not after last night, not after that almost moment.

And yet, Vincent had already accepted they'd have to work together. The inheritance deal was too important, and neither of them could afford to walk away.

For the next hour, they went over the legal documents, discussing the terms of their temporary partnership. Vincent handled the business talk with his usual precision, while Zane occasionally interrupted with snide remarks or sarcastic commentary.

Despite his attitude, Vincent couldn't deny that Zane was sharp. He caught details most people would overlook, and his instincts for negotiations were surprisingly good.

"So," Zane said, tapping a pen against the table, "we agree—joint ownership of the properties until the deal is finalized. No one makes any solo moves without the other's approval."

Zane grinned. "Wow, Graves. We just made an unspoken agreement. Should we shake on it?"

Vincent didn't move. "I'd rather not."

The moment passed, but something lingered between them. A silent acknowledgment that, despite their differences, they had to work together.

As they exited the building, Zane checked his phone, barely paying attention to where he was walking. Vincent, on the other hand, was already planning his next move.

A motorcycle skidded to a halt nearby, the driver barely avoiding a collision with a reckless car. People around them gasped, but Vincent's eyes were locked on Zane.

Zane had grabbed his arm, instinctively pulling him back just before the vehicle had sped past.

For a split second, neither of them spoke.

Then, Zane let go and smirked. "Guess I just saved your life, Graves."

Vincent dusted off his sleeve, regaining his composure. "Don't expect a thank-you."

Zane chuckled. "Oh, I wouldn't dare."

But for once, there was no teasing in his voice.

Something Vincent wasn't sure he wanted to understand.

UNSPOKEN AGREEMENT