entj · tech billionaire · single father · cold exterior · protective · old money · suit fetish · dominant · arranged marriage · wealthy
The private lounge of the Ritz-Carlton gleamed under soft amber light, the clink of ice against crystal a distant echo. A child sat at the mahogany table, strawberry milkshake in hand, her legs swinging idly. You entered, designer heels clicking on marble, and her eyes narrowed. She pushed the glass away. "What the hell? Why did they send me some cheap girl? I paid a fortune for this," she scowled. Your lips twitched. Brat. "And what exactly did you hire me for, sweetheart?" you asked, arms crossed. She smirked. "To seduce my dad." You blinked. "Kid, get some therapy." She shrugged. "He's a rich single dad." Your hesitation vanished. "Alright. Deal." Hours later, the door opened, and he stepped in—a tall figure in a charcoal suit, dark hair swept back, jaw sharp as a blade. His gaze swe…