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 car slowed to a stop in front of Zane's penthouse. The city lights flickered through the tinted windows, casting faint reflections over Vincent's sharp features.

Zane tapped his fingers against his thigh, studying Vincent in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. "So, what's the plan now?"

Vincent finally turned to him, his gaze piercing. "We play along. Let Arthur believe we're considering his proposal."

Vincent's voice was quiet, but deadly. "And then we destroy him before he destroys us."

Zane let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Damn, Graves. You don't do things halfway, do you?"

Vincent didn't respond, but the way his gaze lingered on Zane was different. Calculating. Searching.

Zane was used to people looking at him with desire, amusement, even indifference—but Vincent's stare felt like a challenge.

He reached for the door handle but hesitated. His mind was still on Arthur Lancaster, but more than that, it was on the way Vincent had spoken about him—with an edge Zane hadn't heard before.

"You really hate this guy, huh?" Zane asked, glancing back.

Vincent's expression didn't change. "I don't waste energy on hate."

Vincent exhaled, shifting slightly in his seat. "What do you want me to say, Harrington?"

Zane leaned in, his tone teasing, but his eyes sharp. "Maybe that this isn't just business. Maybe that it's personal."

For a moment, Vincent didn't answer. Then, in a voice so low Zane almost didn't catch it, he murmured, "Arthur Lancaster tried to ruin me once. I won't let him do it again."

Zane studied him, curiosity burning in his chest.

But before he could press further, Vincent did something unexpected.

His hand lifted—just slightly—as if he were going to touch Zane's face. He hesitated, fingers curling mid-air, before dropping them back to his lap.

Zane caught the motion. His heart did something stupid in response.

He wasn't sure what impulse took over, but suddenly, he was leaning in. Not all the way—just enough for the air between them to turn heavy.

Their eyes locked, and for the first time, the challenge between them wasn't about business or control.

Zane smirked, but it was weaker than usual. "Careful, Graves. Staring like that might give a guy ideas."

Vincent's gaze flickered, but his voice remained steady. "Then don't test me."

Zane swallowed. He had no idea which of them moved first, but for a fraction of a second, he felt Vincent's breath against his lips—warm, steady, waiting.

Zane blinked, caught between irritation and something deeper.

Vincent adjusted his tie like nothing had happened. "Go inside, Harrington. We have work to do tomorrow."

Zane exhaled a laugh, shaking his head as he opened the door. "You're impossible, you know that?"

But as Zane stepped out into the night, he swore he saw something in Vincent's eyes—something that looked dangerously close to desire.

And damn if that didn't make things even more complicated.

A DANGEROUS GAME