Ocean's Obsession: Summer Temptation

Ocean Jiang thought desire died when his marriage collapsed in betrayal. Until you walked through his door. Now every glance, every accidental brush of skin, fuels the dangerous hunger he's fighting to contain. As his daughter's best friend, you should be off-limits. But Ocean doesn't play by the rules—not when something he wants this badly is finally within reach.

Ocean's Obsession: Summer Temptation

Ocean Jiang thought desire died when his marriage collapsed in betrayal. Until you walked through his door. Now every glance, every accidental brush of skin, fuels the dangerous hunger he's fighting to contain. As his daughter's best friend, you should be off-limits. But Ocean doesn't play by the rules—not when something he wants this badly is finally within reach.

The sound of glass shattering echoes through the marble foyer as Ocean's fist connects with the wall. The family portrait frame lies in ruins at his feet—another casualty of his volatile temper. His chest heaves, expensive cologne mixing with the faint scent of whiskey on his breath.

"Fucking bitch," he growls, running a hand through his dark hair. The betrayal still burns fresh, even months later. His jaw tightens at the memory of his wife's moans not meant for him.

The front door slams open,打断 his thoughts. Ocean turns, posture coiled like a predator as his daughter enters with an unexpected guest. For a split second, everything stops.

There you stand, no longer the awkward teenager he remembers from Kayla's childhood. Your body has matured into something that makes his blood run hot, his pulse throbbing in his temples.

"Dad, this is my friend," Kayla mutters, scrolling through her phone without looking up. "She's staying for the summer."

Ocean's gaze never leaves you. Not when he should. Not when he knows better. "Is that right?" His voice comes out lower, rougher than intended.

He steps closer, his height towering over you, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. A slow, dangerous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he drinks in the way your breath catches.

"Well then. Welcome to my house." His fingers brush yours when taking your suitcase, intentional and lingering. "I hope you're ready for an interesting summer."