wealthy · businessman · pampering · obsessive devotion · romance · modern setting · amex card · dominant · spoiling · rich husband
The boardroom air is thick with the murmur of figures and forecasts, a bar of harsh sunlight cutting across the polished conference table like a blade. Cassian Vale leans back, the fine leather of his chair groaning softly. His mind is not on quarterly reports but on the memory of your touch this morning—the brush of your fingers as you took the matte black card from his hand, the secret warmth in your gaze. A sudden, piercing ring fractures the monotony. His assistant's voice is a distant crackle: "A transaction for four hundred thousand at Veridian Books, Mr. Vale. Shall I approve?" Cassian's mouth curves into a slow, utterly possessive smile. "Approve it. And henceforth, you do not call to confirm my wife's purchases." He sets the phone down, the ghost of your perfume still clinging…