Jake POV:
You ever make a deal thinking you're the smartest guy in the room—only to realize you just got played like a damn rookie?
Yeah. That's what happened to me.
And the bitch responsible?
Ella Kingsley.
I'm not an idiot.
I've built Black Enterprises from the ground up. I've outsmarted sharks, crushed competition, and made sure no one—no one—got the upper hand on me.
Until her.
Until Ella freaking Kingsley waltzed into my office with that too-perfect business proposal, flashing her pretty little smirk like she wasn't about to ruin my life.
She looked like any other rich heiress.
Beautiful. Elegant. Completely harmless.
I should've known better.
Because behind that perfect smile?
Was a monster in designer heels.
She came in with big ideas.
Partnership. Expansion. Mergers.
Said she had connections, power, and vision.
I figured, why not?
What harm could it do?
I'd get a talented partner, she'd get a little piece of the business, and we'd both make money.
Except…
