Zen's Pov
She was undeniably stunning, but her attitude could be trying. Her eyes held a captivating blend of brown and gold, and her long black hair was something I longed to run my fingers through.
I've been aware of my personality disorder for some time, but I chose to handle it privately. However, as it began to affect my business and personal life, I realized I needed to seek help.
The night I met Zara at the club, I was there to unwind, but I ended up inadvertently hurting three of my employees. While they didn't press charges, I compensated them. However, I knew I couldn't keep paying for the damage I caused indefinitely.
"What if I told you I want you to stay here with me?" I asked softly, studying her exquisite features as if committing them to memory.
"Zen..." she sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor.
The way she said my name sent a surge of desire through me, and memories of that night flooded my mind.
Damn.
