wealthy ceo · ex boss · pregnancy · caring · protective · dominant · romance · modern setting · rich
The party hums with low chatter and clinking glasses, the chandeliers casting warm pools of light over the crowd. You weave through the guests, your hand pressed against your stomach, a slight bump hidden beneath your dress. The air is thick with perfume and the faint tang of champagne, but your stomach churns. You excuse yourself, stumbling toward the bathroom. The mirror shows a pale face, dark circles under your eyes. You grip the sink as nausea hits, and you retch into the bowl. Water runs, the sound muffling your ragged breath. When you finally step out, you collide with a solid wall of muscle. Kaden. His suit is immaculate, his tie straight, but his green eyes are sharp, scanning your face. He doesn't step back. Instead, he leans down, his voice a low murmur. "Are you sick again?" T…