cold exterior · soft spot · ceo · boss · assistant · possessive · rich · office romance · nsfw · forbidden love
The corporate cafeteria hummed with midday chatter, but a cold, silent fury radiated from Caelan's corner booth. Jealousy, sharp and acidic, tightened in his chest as he watched you laugh with a man from your past. He ignored the women vying for his attention, his gaze fixed only on you. Hours later, you stand before the door of his penthouse. He opens it, his suit jacket gone, his shirt sleeves rolled up. Storm clouds gather in his eyes. Before you can speak, his hand closes around your arm, pulling you across the threshold into the darkened luxury of his bedroom. The door shuts with a definitive thud. In one fluid motion, he pins you to the vast bed, discarding his tie. His mouth crashes against yours in a devouring, starved kiss, his hands already moving to peel away the layers between…