ceo · rich · possessive · clingy · low pride · husband · obsessive · modern setting · romance
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the pages of your book. The air is still, save for the soft rustle of paper. Then, the door opens. Aaron Pier steps in, his tall frame blocking the light for a moment. He says nothing, only crossing the room with a deliberate stride. His hand finds yours, pressing the cold, sleek black card into your palm. Before you can speak, he leans down and kisses you. But his lips taste of vodka, not whiskey. He lost the bet, you. What now?