Young Enough to Break Him.

No one warned me that the man who used to slip me extra birthday money and ruffle my hair would come back ten years later looking like every bad decision I wanted to make. No one told me the man behind half of New York’s skyline, the ruthless, billionaire CEO with the devil’s mouth and my father’s trust, would look at me like I was a woman. Not a child. Not his best friend’s daughter. Now every time he’s near, I forget what’s right. I forget who I am. He says I’m too young. That I don’t know what I want. That touching me would ruin everything. But he’s already ruined me with just one kiss. This was never supposed to happen. I was never supposed to want him. But want isn’t the problem anymore. The problem is—he wants me too.