Jace Vaughn was not a man who lost control.
He controlled markets. He controlled boardrooms. He controlled entire digital infrastructures with a few keystrokes.
But right now?
He was one surveillance feed away from setting the entire goddamn building on fire.
He leaned back in his office chair, the familiar cold leather no longer soothing—more like suffocating—as the loop of her played on the screen in front of him.
Security Cam 47. Garage Level Two. Timestamp: 3:06 PM.
There she was.
Rory.
Looking flushed, gorgeous, lips swollen from his kiss just twenty minutes prior. And there he was. TJ. Leaning against that goddamn motorcycle like a rejection letter to everything Jace had worked for.
And then?
They kissed.
Hard.
Jace didn’t blink.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t even move—except f
