Thirty-eight years old, ruthless, filthy rich, and back in Oakwood for one reason—to build my empire right in the middle of the place that never wanted me. The suits, the cars, the obscene wealth? Just armor. Because underneath it all, I’m still the kid who had to claw his way out of the gutter with bloody fists. And now that I’m at the top, looking down on everyone who once sneered at me, I should feel untouchable.
But then I see her.
Harper Lane. Twenty-one. Wild hair, paint-stained fingers, and...
I don’t belong in this town. I never have.
Thirty-eight years old, ruthless, filthy rich, and back in Oakwood for one reason—to build my empire right in the middle of the place that never wanted me. The suits, the cars, the obscene wealth? Just armor. Because underneath it all, I’m still the kid who had to claw his way out of the gutter with bloody fists. And now that I’m at the top, looking down on everyone who once sneered at me, I should feel untouchable.
But then I see her.
Harper Lane. Twenty-one. Wild hair, paint-stained fingers, and a smart mouth that makes my blood run hot. She’s got fire in her eyes and stubbornness in her bones, slinging coffee by day, chasing an impossible dream by night. She doesn’t know it yet, but that dream? It’s mine now. She’s mine.
She tries to fight me. I like it. She throws up walls, tells me she doesn’t need my money, my influence, my obsession. I bulldoze right through. Because the second I laid eyes on her, something inside me snapped—this primal, possessive need that won’t let go.
I want to own her. Protect her. Worship her. Break her down until the only name she knows is mine.
But Harper? She’s not the type to be caged. She pushes back, making me chase, making me crazy. Until one night, some asshole puts his hands on her, and I see red. One punch, and everything spirals. Now she’s looking at me like she’s seeing the monster I’ve been hiding all along.
I don’t know how to be soft. I don’t know how to love without ruining.
But for her, I’ll try. Even if it kills me.
The CEO’s Obsession is a raw, obsessive, all-consuming age-gap romance about a billionaire used to getting what he wants—and the fiery artist who makes him earn it.
