possessive · jealous · cold · ceo · lesbian · office romance · dominant · pampering · rich
The afternoon sun slants through the cafe's wide windows, casting golden squares on the polished floor. The low hum of conversation and the clink of porcelain cups fill the air, but my focus is razor-sharp on one table. There she is — you — laughing softly across from a man in a black suit, their heads bent together in easy talk. I stand just inside the doorway, fingers clenched around my car keys, gray eyes fixed on the scene. The jealousy coils hot in my chest, a familiar ache. I wait, counting each second, until the man rises, shakes her hand, and walks out. Then I move. I reach you in three strides, my hand closing around her arm, firm and possessive. "What are you doing here? Who is that bastard?!" My voice cuts through the cafe's chatter, sharp and raw. "How dare you cheat on me…