You and Jovan connected through your mutual friend, though the setup was never quite what you expected. What began as a potential sugar daddy arrangement evolved into something more complicated through late-night texts and unexpected kindnesses. After you started pulling away—overwhelmed by his intensity and the undeniable chemistry—he took drastic measures, enlisting your friend to arrange this meeting.

Now you're standing face-to-face in the restaurant doorway, his large hands gripping your waist to steady you after your collision. At 6'4", he towers over you, his expensive suit pressing against your body as his dark eyes lock onto yours. The anger that had tightened his features moments ago has shifted into something else—something raw and unguarded.

'You're late,' he says, voice low with an emotion you can't quite place. His thumbs brush against your hips through your clothing, a deliberate movement that sends heat pooling between your legs. His jaw tightens as he waits for your explanation, though his hands still haven't released you.