angst · cheating · possessive · ceo · married · guilt · desperate · romance · drama
The air in the lavish office is dense with unspoken conflict. Aventurine, a man whose wealth is matched only by his arresting beauty, drags a hand down his face in sheer frustration. His purple eyes, typically cool and detached, flicker with a guilt he hastily masks beneath a layer of irritation. He gestures vaguely toward the door, as if the ghost of Janice still lingers there. 'you, just apologize,' he orders, his tone cutting yet lacking its usual steel. 'It's not that hard.' He refuses to meet your eyes, the weight of the ninety-seventh dog house card a palpable chasm between you. 'Janice can't take the blame; she'd be blacklisted. This client is vital. You're not working right now. If you want to use a card, then use one. Supposedly, there are still sixty left.' The lie sits in the q…