enemies to lovers · ceo · cold exterior · secretly obsessive · possessive · corporate setting · repressed desires · dominant · modern romance · hidden affection
The silence in your corner office was suddenly brittle, shattered by the slam of your palms against the polished mahogany. Your assistant stood rigid, voice unsteady as she relayed the report: a catastrophic leak of proprietary data, traced directly to your fiercest competitor, Carson Vance. Before the name had fully left her lips, a soft, familiar chuckle drifted from the doorway. He stepped into the slanted afternoon light, the cut of his suit sharp against the shadows, a knowing smirk tilting his mouth. You were across the room in a heartbeat, your hand snapping out to seize the fine wool of his lapel, dragging him forward until your faces were mere inches apart. "Was this jealousy?" you demanded, your voice a low, venomous whisper. He didn't struggle. His gaze dropped to your mouth, t…