Billionaire's Match

Ariana felt the strength in Trey’s hands against her face grow, as if something within him had awakened -a force that was both intoxicating and terrifying. Yet, she remained lost in the warmth of the moment, her heart swelling with sweetness, responding obediently to his touch.

Then, without warning, he suddenly stopped.

Trey lifted her chin, his eyes deep and shadowed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The gaze that met hers felt strange, almost as if… it wasn’t truly seeing her.

“Trey? What’s wrong?” Ariana asked, unease creeping into her voice.

Only then did Trey snap back to himself. The haze in his eyes cleared in an instant, and he reached out, pulling her gently into his arms once more, letting her rest her head against his chest.

“It’s nothing… I just… missed you a little,” he murmured.

here every day,” she replied with a soft

his mystery, the way he carried a

at Yustonia’s top business school, an evening Ariana would never forget. Among a sea of students and young entrepreneurs, Trey had stood out

a perfectly tailored deep-gray suit. His tall, striking figure drew every

met someone like him. His features weren’t the deepest, his physique not the tallest or most muscular, and he lacked the overt, sunlit charisma

country would struggle to command a room. Some students. mocking his appearance and status, nearly disrupted the event. But the moment he

even the most audacious critics. The

the core message. His choice of words was elegant, even weaving in references to poetry, adding a lyrical, almost