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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 next morning, Zane arrived at Vincent's office with a single purpose in mind—business. No distractions. No games.

At least, that's what he told himself.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Zane stepped out into the sleek, modern lobby. It was just past 9 a.m., and the building buzzed with the usual high-stakes energy.

But the weight of last night hung heavily in the air.

Zane could feel Vincent's presence even before he saw him. The man had a way of making his authority known without saying a word.

Zane made his way into the conference room, where Vincent was already waiting, his usual cool composure back in place.

"You're early," Zane commented, taking a seat across from him.

Vincent's lips quirked in a small, almost imperceptible smirk. "You're late."

Zane leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "You really enjoy this, don't you?"

Vincent didn't respond immediately, his gaze steady and focused.

The door opened, and a few members of Vincent's team trickled in, followed by Arthur Lancaster's business partner, a sleek woman in a sharp suit.

Zane couldn't help but notice the way Vincent's jaw tightened at the sight of the woman. The tension in his posture was subtle, but it was there.

"Morning," Zane said casually, leaning forward, his fingers tapping the edge of the table. "Shall we get started?"

Vincent's voice cut through the quiet like a blade. "We've got to act fast. Lancaster won't stop until he's taken what's mine—and what's yours."

Zane didn't need to hear more to know exactly what Vincent meant.

Vincent had always played things close to the chest, but now, the stakes were higher. The game was no longer just business.

The woman—the one from Lancaster's team—gave Zane a tight-lipped smile. "I'm glad you could join us."

Zane raised an eyebrow but didn't bother with a response. Instead, he focused on Vincent.

"You've already got a strategy in mind?" Zane asked.

Vincent's eyes flickered, something sharp and calculating hiding just beneath the surface. "I always have a plan."

Zane wasn't so sure. He could feel the weight of Vincent's words, but more than that, he could sense the flicker of something more personal—a vulnerability that Vincent rarely showed.

"I'm listening," Zane said, his voice lowering just a bit.

Vincent paused, clearly aware of the subtle shift in the room. Then, he leaned forward, his gaze locking onto Zane's.

"We need to make a move on Lancaster's weakest link—his partner. She thinks she's untouchable, but we've got the leverage."

Zane's smirk returned. "I like the sound of that."

But there was more to it than just business. Zane could feel it.

His pulse quickened as Vincent continued. His mind was on the deal, yes, but it was also on the man across from him.

There was a constant undercurrent between them, a tension that couldn't be ignored. Every glance. Every word.

Zane caught Vincent's eyes just as the man looked up from his notes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

Zane's breath caught in his throat, but he didn't look away. Instead, he leaned in, breaking the unspoken rule.

"You're not as calm as you look, Graves," Zane murmured, his voice low, almost challenging.

Vincent's lips pressed together, but he didn't respond right away.

"Stay focused," he said, his tone as sharp as ever.

Zane nodded, but it didn't go unnoticed that Vincent's eyes followed him, intense and unyielding.

The rest of the meeting went by in a blur of numbers and strategies, but Zane found his thoughts drifting more often than he cared to admit.

One thing was clear—this wasn't just about Arthur Lancaster anymore.

And Zane had no idea where it would lead.

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