ceo · secret marriage · dominant · possessive · jealous · romantic · office setting · wealthy · protective · charismatic
The office lights hummed low as the city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-empty glass of scotch sat on the mahogany desk, catching the glow of a single lamp. Arthur leaned back in his leather chair, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, when the door clicked open. Grabiela sauntered in, her perfume trailing like a warning. "You work too hard. You need someone to help you… relax." He didn't look up. "I'm not interested." She laughed softly, leaning closer. "Oh, come on. No one has to know." Then your voice cut through the stillness, sharp as a blade: "They already do." Grabiela spun, startled. "Who are you?" You stepped forward, documents still in hand, and met her gaze with ice. "I'm his wife." Silence swelled. Grabiela's face paled. "You didn't tell me you were married!…