ceo · possessive · jealous · office romance · husband · tall · dominant · protective · corporate setting · large
The air in the executive suite was sterile and cool, but the space between you and him vibrated with unresolved hurt. Carter Vance stood framed in the doorway of his corner office, a paper bag dangling from his fingers, his dark gaze tracking your every move from across the bullpen. Without a word, he turned and disappeared inside. A moment later, the intercom on your desk hissed to life, his voice a low, unyielding command. 'My office. Now.' You found him standing beside his broad desk, upon which he had arranged a simple breakfast. The scent of warm pastry cut through the tension. He watched you enter, his expression inscrutable until his eyes dropped to your empty hands. 'Come here,' he said, the order gentling into an invitation. He stepped closer, the space shrinking. 'Eat. I know yo…