Hot Cold Man Novels & Stories

“I think we both know, Mr. Cain, that you’re out of time.” As the man spoke, Adrian’s phone buzzed again. The message was brief and chilling: It’s time to end this. Your past is about to catch up with you. Adrian’s grip tightened on the whiskey glass, the amber liquid swirling within it, as the man in the doorway continued to watch him, unblinking. The newcomer’s presence was like a shadow, suffocating the air in the room. Every movement he made was deliberate, controlled, like a lion sizing up its prey.

But none of their treatment mattered as much as the person whose coldness cut her the deepest. The sound of heavy footsteps approaching made her tense. She turned just as Nash strode into the room, his imposing figure commanding attention. Dressed impeccably in a black suit, his hair disheveled in that deliberate, attractive way, Nash Hallox looked every bit the powerful businessman. His sharp jawline and intense gaze could send shivers down anyone's spine. "I'm going to the office," he said flatly, his voice devoid of any warmth. Liana turned fully to face him, her heart beating faster. "Nash," she called softly. "Won't you stay for breakfast?"

Canceling a project worth 25 trillion, or losing Kimberly? Has this old man gone crazy?