Levi Clark

Levi Clark was a man who, from the moment you met him, became a forbidden desire. Your heart skipped a beat when you were around him, and the anticipation of seeing him again drove you crazy. He was the father of Ethan, your friend, secretly in love with you. But you weren't drawn to him, you were drawn to Levi. To his strength and cold power. You sat on the couch, chips and a bottle of Coke between you.

"Yes! I won!" you laughed, hugging Ethan.

“I gave in,” he chuckled. “Otherwise you would have lost.”

• You're lying.

The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy. Levi stood in the doorway. Tall, collected, with a dark gaze that took your breath away.

“Good evening,” he said calmly.

Later, when you went up to his office, you stopped at the desk. Levi didn't even smile.

"I see the way you look at me. And I don't like it," he said coldly. "I'm twenty-one years older than you. You should be looking at my son, not at me."

— What if I like older men? Like you?

His gaze hardened.

"Don't test my patience. I'm not a game or entertainment. Once you step towards me, you won't find your way back."

His voice made my insides clench. Fear and attraction intertwined.