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

Vincent didn't look up right away.

Seated behind his massive desk, he flipped a page in the file he wasn't actually reading, ignoring the sharp click of approaching footsteps.

Knew the second the air in the room changed, charged with something dark, something dangerous.

Zane's voice was low, controlled. But underneath? Fire.

Vincent exhaled, finally looking up. "I've been working."

Zane scoffed. "Right. And I'm the Pope."

He didn't sit. Didn't wait for permission. He planted both hands on Vincent's desk, leaning in close. "Tell me something, Graves—was it that easy?"

Zane's eyes burned into his. "Because I'm struggling here. I keep replaying it, over and over, waiting for the part where you prove me wrong."

Vincent leaned back, forcing his expression into something cold. "I told you. This is a mistake."

Zane let out a sharp laugh. "Bullshit."

Vincent's fingers curled around the edge of his desk. "You don't understand."

Zane's voice dropped, deadly soft. "Then make me."

Vincent was on his feet in an instant.

And suddenly, it was Vincent closing the distance, Vincent pushing in, until there was barely an inch between them.

His eyes were burning now too. "You think this is a game?"

Zane held his ground. "I think you're scared."

A muscle in Vincent's jaw ticked. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Zane smirked, tilting his head. "Then tell me, Vincent. What happens if you stop fighting this?"

Because the truth was standing between them, suffocating, undeniable.

His voice, for the first time, wasn't teasing. "You want me."

Zane reached up, slow, giving Vincent every chance to stop him.

Fingertips brushed along Vincent's collar, barely there, but enough to make him tense.

"You can run all you want," Zane whispered. "But I'm not going anywhere."

Vincent's breath was uneven now, his mask slipping.

Both of them turned, tension snapping like a whip.

And standing there, looking far too pleased?

"Well, well," he drawled, stepping inside. "Did I interrupt something?"

Vincent's expression iced over. "Get out."

But Lancaster just smirked, tossing a file onto the desk. "Not before you see this."

He grabbed the file, flipping it open—

Was a photo of someone he never expected to see again.

And just like that—everything changed.

THE FALLOUT