Looking for this book. It says the title is Never Enough but can't find it. Anyone know it or where to find it?

Alan is the last person I want to see in my life because he abandoned me for another woman five years ago, but now he is standing in front of me and begging me to get back together. My eyes widened when he - a wedding band was on his ring finger. "Married. Who, with whom?" I choked out, He suddenly realized this and quickly took it off. "It's the woman he's been with these past two years, and the mother of his kid. Said it was a drunken accident, right lover boy?" the mc member Reaper seethed at Alan. "Is it true?" I scoffed. Alan looked at me like he had been caught, "I just didn't know how. But May means nothing to me, you're the only one I've been thinking." A tear rolled down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away. I slipped the engagement ring off my finger and threw it to him. "Take care of your kid Alan. Go back to her. Have a good time." ———————— The main event of the night ended swiftly, giving way to the afterparty. Guests began to entertain themselves—relaxing, dancing, chatting, and drinking within their familiar social circles. Aurora watched her parents dancing gracefully to the soft tune, alongside other couples. Her eyes twinkled with delight and admiration, yearning to one day find a love like theirs. “May I have the honor of a dance?” a deep, gravelly voice asked from behind, where she sat tucked in the far corner—away from the crowd and dazzling light. Stunned by his enchanting voice, she turned instinctively to catch a glimpse of its owner. A pair of mysterious grey eyes stared back, piercing straight into her widened gaze filled with awe. Her clenched hands tightened as she gulped softly, taking in his features—his high cheekbones, sharply sculpted jawline, and a nose that only added to his already flawless structure. Her soft, pink-tinted lips parted, captivated by his striking appearance. A magnificently handsome man, owner of the most dazzling smile, asking for her hand in a dance—it was a dream come true. His striking looks were a delicious bonus to the fantasy she’d always imagined: being asked to dance by a true gentleman. Her blush deepened when he smiled—a devastating, confident smirk. Then, with a bow, he offered his hand, hopeful she would accept. “Please, grant me the honor of a dance, my lady?” A soft, angelic giggle escaped her, striking him right in the heart, leaving him love-struck and wanting more. She placed her hand in his large, warm palm, and he responded with a tender pecking on its back. He led her to the dance floor, gently wrapping his strong, firm arms around her slender waist, pulling her closer. Instantly, his senses were flooded with the floral scent of rose and lavender—soft, sensual, intoxicating. It drove his mind wild with thoughts—dangerously unchaste thoughts. She placed her small hands on his broad shoulders, barely reaching them. He leaned down, his voice soft, guiding her hand to his chest—where her touch sent a strange warmth through him. Savoring the warmth of her tiny hand pressed against his heart. They swayed gracefully to the music, moving in sync with the rhythm of an old song, easing into each embrace. The world long forgotten to their infatuated eyes. Growing impatient to have her alone—though he never wanted those hands to leave him, he longed to truly connect—with a quick "let's get out of here" and a thudding heart full of thrill, he led her away from the party to the private garden. There, a small artificial pond lay surrounded by wildflowers. His woody, spiced scent wrapped around her like a cloud, doing nothing to ease her nervousness. "Alan William Black. It's an honour to meet you, my gorgeous angel," he said, guiding her to a bench in the corner. The Black? Her mother’s esteemed guest? The thought swirled in her mind like a secret. "And what might be the name of such a heavenly angel?" he asked, his voice low and husky “If I told you, it would ruin the mystery,” she said, her smile soft and elusive, her eyes dancing with mischief. An amused smirk crossed his face, a content warm filling him, as if it was everything he long for. “Soon, my beautiful angel. Until next time—believe me, you won’t be disappointed,” he said, voice sure as a vow. They spoke of nothing and everything—trivial things, soft laughter filling the garden. Neither of them dared to end the moment. He was a man who enjoyed his bachelorhood life, savoring the thrill of worldly pleasures. Commitment had never crossed his mind—until now. One glance at her radiant eyes, one brush of her soft hand against his, and everything he once believed began to falter. Since their brief encounter days ago, she had left an unforgettable impression. Everything he did reminded him of those remarkable sea-blue eyes—until he saw them in everything he looked at. It was a torturous ache he endured—until he attended the party hosted by his competitor, Nicholas Paddleston, heir to a global hotel empire. And the moment she stepped into view, his ambitions crumbled into dust. He saw nothing else—only her. She was someone he dare not approach—but he desire to know her. He longed to know the lady he couldn’t forget.