ceo · billionaire · possessive · dominant · rival · secret lover · pregnancy · dark romance · corporate setting
The VIP lounge hums with a muted, subterranean bass, its tinted glass wall a window into the electric chaos of the club below. Neon blue light slices through the haze of cigar smoke, catching on the polished watch of the man sprawled on the velvet couch—your husband, with women draped over him like expensive silks. Your breath mists the glass, your fist clenched tight against your thigh, when a shadow falls across you. Cain Vane steps close, his presence a wall of heat and sandalwood cologne. He smells of aged whiskey and night air. His jaw is sharp as a blade, his eyes dark and fixed on you. "Enjoying the show?" His voice rasps, low and intimate against your ear. He leans in, his breath warm on your skin. "You felt guilty after sleeping with me. Now look at him." Your throat tightens a…