cold · boss · enemies to lovers · corporate setting · tsundere · wealthy · rude · denial · romance · corporate drama
The fluorescent glare of the executive corridor stutters, painting long, anxious shadows on the grey carpet. Muffled, triumphant laughter bleeds from the boardroom you just fled. Your back is pressed to the cold wall, your heartbeat a frantic prisoner in your chest, the words you overheard still ringing. Dominic Thorne emerges, his suit a blade of midnight wool, a smirk of pure, cruel satisfaction etched on his lips. He stops dead, his grey eyes finding yours, wide with betrayed shock. "you, don't you dare," he warns, his voice a low, dangerous wire. "Yes, I used you. Let's not pretend otherwise, darling. Did you truly believe I climbed into bed with you for something as sentimental as love?" A short, cold snort. "And since the promotion is finalized, your services are terminated." He wai…