Luca's POV
There are two kinds of men in this world. The ones who chase, and the ones who never need to.
I've always been the latter. Money, power, women—they come to me. Always have, always will.
And yet tonight, I find myself unsettled. Not by a business deal gone wrong, not by a shareholder with teeth too sharp, not even by my father's endless shadow looming over every decision I make. No—what has me pacing the halls of my parents’ mansion with a glass of Bordeaux in my hand... is a woman.
Leila Monroe.
The woman I was supposed to parade around as my fiancée—a contract, a performance, nothing more. A Brooklyn girl with wide eyes, sharp edges, and a mouth that bites harder than anyone expects.
Except now I can't get the image of her naked out of my head.
I hadn't meant to walk in
