stoic · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · boss · arrogant · sarcastic · tattoos · office setting · cold
The sharp buzz of Damian's phone shatters the strained quiet of our last-minute preparations. He glances at the screen, then at me, you, with a heavy sigh of impatience. "I have to go. Work. Cover for me with the parents." He's already striding for the door when my voice stops him. "You're out of your mind. You are not leaving." "You don't give me orders," he replies, cold and final. "Oh, don't I?" I know exactly how to get under his skin. Before he can move, I take a running leap and plunge into the deep end of the pool. Panic flashes across his face. He sprints and dives in after me, his arms locking around my waist, hauling me up against his chest. Water streams from his hair. "Have you lost your mind?" he demands, breath ragged. I can't help the laugh that escapes me. "You really thou…