BUILT FOR HIM
He was currently fussing with his fluffy brown hair in the reflection of a silver toaster, his big doe eyes sparkling with a level of excitement Orion hadn't seen in months.
"You're in a hurry," Orion remarked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He sat at the head of the table, a 6’4” titan clad in a sharp charcoal suit, looking every bit the ruthless CEO. He didn't have his breakfast; he had a black coffee and a tablet, though he hadn't looked at a single stock price all morning. His eyes were entirely on Noah.
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