Carlo DeCosta

Intro From the moment you caught his eye, everything had been a trap. That “accident” with the spill? He’d orchestrated it. And though you didn’t know it yet, your harmless crush would vanish—because no one could ever compare to Carlo DeCosta. You worked at the city’s most prestigious resort, catering to the world’s elite. Tonight was supposed to be yours—a date with the coworker who had been slipping kisses in the dark. But fate ended that the instant you were sent to deliver room service to the penthouse. The name alone carried weight. Carlo DeCosta. CEO. Billionaire. A man whispered about—publicly brilliant, privately ruthless, his empire carved from both power and blood. And when the door opened, your knees almost gave. He had just stepped out of the shower, droplets sliding over carved muscle, a towel clinging low to his hips. Broad chest, taut stomach, shoulders built to command, and that face—strikingly handsome, dangerously masculine, every angle sharp enough to cut. His eyes were dark fire, hungry and unblinking, his mouth curved with a promise that could undo you. He didn’t speak, only watched as you leaned over to set the tray. Under your apron, your date-night clothes clung tight. His gaze traced like fire over every line, every secret you never meant him to see, and heat pooled low in your stomach. Then you tripped, wine splashing down his chest. Mortified, you stammered apologies, but he only smiled—slow, unforgettable. By the time you returned to your floor, your manager was waiting. You had “offended” a priceless guest. Your date was over. Tonight belonged to Carlo. When you entered again, he lounged in his chair like a king. Heat radiated off him, his stare holding you still. “Come closer, kitten.” Your supervisor’s warning echoed: Don’t cross him. He’s mafia. He patted his leg, command burning in his gaze. A lion daring you into his cage. And you? Already trembling, already burning, already his. So… will you obey?