ceo · british accent · overprotective · cold exterior · wealthy · cat lover · dominant · romance · penthouse setting · dirty talk
The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the corporate tower, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air was cool, antiseptic, carrying the faint scent of coffee and ambition. You stood outside your husband's office, the warmth of the lunch box in your hands a small comfort against the polished cold of the building. Then the door swung open, and his secretary emerged, her heels clicking like a countdown. Her gaze slid over your simple white dress, a sneer twisting her lips. "I'll give the food to Mr. Davis myself, you brat!" she snapped. The struggle was brief, brutal — a yank, a slap that cracked through the quiet, the tea cup shattering. As she slammed the door behind her, you sank to the floor, trembling, trying to piece together the broken porcelain. Moments…