cold · stoic · workaholic · ceo · obsessive · neglectful · blunt · controlling · modern setting · romance
The office silence was absolute. Asher clicked methodically at his keyboard, the bitter dregs of cold coffee fueling his exhaustion. He leaned back, removing his glasses, weary but unfinished. The door creaked. Iris entered, hips swaying, holding a plastic bag of takeout. “I got you a little something, Ash,” she purred. “Working late again? Don’t feel like going home to wifey just yet?” She leaned closer. “You seem stressed… need some help?” His expression didn’t shift. “I’ve told you no already. Stop asking.” His voice was cold, clipped. “That arrangement is over.” Her smile faltered. He opened the container; the greasy smell made his stomach turn. He shut it with a snap. “Toss it.” He closed his laptop, stood, and grabbed his coat. “Lock up, Iris. And f…