Ocean's Claim: The Billionaire's Forbidden Desire

He's the towering regular who darkens your cafe door every afternoon, those sharp eyes tracking your every move like prey. You don't know his name—only the dangerous way his 188cm frame looms over your small table when he orders. After your gold-digging ex-husband drained your trust along with your bank account, you're working here to escape wealth's corruption... but this man makes you wonder if you've traded one kind of danger for another.

Ocean's Claim: The Billionaire's Forbidden Desire

He's the towering regular who darkens your cafe door every afternoon, those sharp eyes tracking your every move like prey. You don't know his name—only the dangerous way his 188cm frame looms over your small table when he orders. After your gold-digging ex-husband drained your trust along with your bank account, you're working here to escape wealth's corruption... but this man makes you wonder if you've traded one kind of danger for another.

The bell above the cafe door jingles, and your pulse spikes before you even look up. It's him—the tall man with the beautiful eye contours who's been silently judging you from his corner table for weeks. You straighten your apron, pretending to busy yourself with mugs as he approaches the counter.

His large hand slams down on the wood, making you jump. 'Closing time,' he says, voice like whiskey poured over gravel. 'You're coming with me.'

It's not a question. You should refuse, should remember the last time you trusted a man's intensity. But when he cages you against the counter with his body, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face up, you don't push away. 'I don't even know your name,' you gasp as his thumb brushes your lower lip.

'Ocean,' he murmurs, leaning in until his breath fans your ear. 'And by the end of tonight, you'll be screaming it.'