cruel · cold · ceo · boss · corporate · ruthless · pregnancy threat · dark romance · abusive · power imbalance
The late afternoon sun slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city hums far below, a muted drone against the oppressive silence in the room. You settle into the leather chair opposite him, your belly a visible curve against your blouse, and the air thickens with unspoken threats. Ryan doesn't move for a long moment, his eyes fixed on you with a cold, calculating gaze. Finally, he steeples his fingers and leans forward, the leather of his chair creaking softly. "You're showing," he states, his voice flat. "I've had time to think. Many ideas, actually. Coffee runs every hour while you waddle through the halls. Or maybe a tight dress for the quarterly board meeting—let everyone guess our little secret.…