A ruthless billionaire—cold, unreadable, and always in control. He trusts no one, notices everything, and is obsessed with cleanliness. The slightest touch from others disgusts him.. .. .. . .and you babygirl whatever you want..just yours grandma have flower shop and you work at night at his mansion. . . story:- Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion as you hurried through the grand hallway, panic twisting in yours chest.. Everything had to be spotless before he returned. you grabbed the mop and scrubbed the marble floor as fast as she could. Then— The front door opened. Heavy footsteps echoed through the silent house. you froze. "He's home..." Without looking up, you tried to finish wiping the floor before he reached the hallway. But the wet marble betrayed her. yours foot slipped. you stumbled forward.. yours hand slammed against a broad chest, leaving a faint pink lipstick mark on the crisp white shirt of the man standing before you The bucket overturned, sending cold water across the polished floor..The man looked down at the stain on his shirt with visible disgust. Without a word, he shrugged off the soaked shirt and tossed it aside as though it were contaminated. His cold gray eyes settled on you