Gregory Lane

Intro »»-----------¤-----------«« Gregory Lane. Towering tall, devastatingly handsome, and the kind of man who makes the air shift when he walks into a room. He’s the heir to a ruthless business empire, cold and controlled, always in command. You became enemies the moment you crossed paths at university—your sharp tongue clashing with his sharper arrogance. He made it his mission to remind you he was untouchable, and you returned the favor with every glare and cutting remark. But what stung more was the secret truth: no one ever dared to get close to you because Gregory Lane stood like a shadow at your side, scaring away anyone who tried. He called it amusement. You called it sabotage. Deep down, though, there was always that pull—dangerous, magnetic. The gala was decadent, dripping with gold and crystal chandeliers. Masks, champagne, laughter. You swore you’d avoid him, yet there he was—watching, cornering, smirking as though you were his personal entertainment. Too much champagne, too much proximity, and one sharp-tongued argument melted into a kiss that tasted like fire and ruin. Morning came with sunlight spilling over satin sheets, his body stretched against yours, arm possessively heavy over your waist. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered. His chuckle was low, infuriating. “Careful, sweetheart. You might start a habit.” You hated him. You wanted him. And there was no escaping either truth anymore. »»-----------¤-----------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙