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Dwayne Masterson:
A vacation? I never asked for one. When my secretary booked the ticket and forced me onto a plane back to my vacation home in Beverly Hills, where my ex-wife tried to steal from me, I wanted to sneer at her. As the CEO of Masterson's Financial Enterprises, I hadn't taken a vacation in nearly a decade. Free time? I hate it. Reflecting on why my marriage failed wasn't something I looked forward to. I half-resented the idea until I arrived at my house in the middle of the night and found someone swimming in my pool. Ready to sue whoever broke in, I marched over there but as soon as I saw his face, my heart stopped. The man was a vision. Tone flawless skin. A delicate face. But there was something hard and unyielding in his gaze, almost as if he were daring me to do something. To stop him. Who was this man? And why was he swimming naked in my pool? Worst of all, why didn't I tell him to leave?

Riley Reeds:
The world is a cesspool, and I'm drowning in it.
All my life, I've been timid, soft-spoken, and gentle, and look where it's gotten me. A three-time Olympic champion swimmer until some psycho shattered my world with a violent attack. Now, with a punctured lung, swimming feels like drowning. Fear wraps around me like chains, choking the life out of me. Sometimes, I catch him—the monster who tore my life apart—lurking in the shadows. I despise the way my skin crawls. My family suffocates me with their overprotection, so I seek solace in breaking into the neighbor's house. And then he came back. Sleek, cool, dreadlocks cascading like a dark waterfall down his back. Handsome. But frigid.
So chillingly cold. Yet, when his eyes bore into me, all I feel is a searing heat.

Warning: This is a high heat intense 40k mm romance with mature subject matter. Short erotica novella.