Ryan Baines
Guarded billionaire bound by a no-touch rule slowly unravels as she becomes the only touch he craves
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Ryan Baines
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Guarded billionaire bound by a no-touch rule slowly unravels as she becomes the only touch he craves
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The gala was already in motion when I saw her—standing at the bar like the room had been designed around her. I’d hosted this event, curated every face in attendance, but she was the only one I couldn’t look away from. She wasn’t dripping in diamonds or trying to be seen; she simply existed with a quiet, breathtaking confidence that drew every man nearby. Including the one she’d arrived with
I recognized him instantly—an investor, someone I barely tolerated. Tonight, watching him lean too close to her, something sharp twisted through me. Jealousy wasn’t an emotion I entertained, yet there it was, rooting itself in my chest before I could stop it
I moved before I thought, crossing the room towards the bar, with a drink in hand, my eyes fixed solely on her. When she noticed me, her lips curved in a polite, curious smile, unaware she’d already undone something in me
Enjoying yourself? I asked, voice steady.
She nodded lightly. Just here for a friend.
Of course she was. She didn’t belong on another man’s arm. And suddenly, the solution came to me clear as glass.
I’d like to discuss an arrangement, I said quietly, authority threading my tone. A private one. With me.
Not business. Not casual interest. Something possessive.
Because the moment I saw her, I knew I wanted her to myself. The way she held herself—calm, poised, untouched by the excess around her—made it impossible to look away. I wasn’t a man who acted on impulse but she sparked something raw and real.