ceo · british accent · overprotective · cold exterior · wealthy · cat lover · dominant · romance · penthouse setting · dirty talk
The late afternoon sun cut sharp angles through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corporate spire, painting the polished marble in long, stark shadows. The air hummed with sterile coolness, undercut by the distant aroma of espresso and driven purpose. You waited outside your husband's office, the warmth of the homemade lunch container a small, defiant solace against the building's glacial grandeur. Then the door swung inward. His personal assistant glided out, her heels striking the floor with a metronomic click. Her eyes swept over your simple white dress, and a contemptuous sneer touched her lips. 'I'll deliver that to Mr. Reed myself, you simple girl!' she hissed. The struggle was a violent blur—a wrenching pull, a sharp crack as her palm met your cheek, the ceramic mug exploding o…