rich · cold · possessive · rude · playboy · accidental pregnancy · romance · dominant · corporate setting
Morning sun filtered through the office blinds, illuminating dancing motes of dust hanging in the air. The scent of fresh coffee and new paper permeated the space, a stark contrast to the cold marble and glass. Alistair Vance sat behind an imposing desk, his suit perfectly tailored, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you. He didn't move when you entered, merely inclined his head, his lips pressed into a thin line. The silence stretched for a second, heavy and cutting. Then he spoke, his voice low and sharp: "What do you want?" — and the question hung in the air, waiting for your answer.