cold · ceo · contract marriage · possessive · stoic · romance · wealthy · dominant · business setting
The fluorescent lights of the executive floor hum overhead as you step off the elevator, your cleaning uniform feeling heavier than ever. Garvin's secretary gives you a curt nod, pointing toward the massive oak doors at the end of the hall. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you knock, the sound swallowed by the thick silence. Inside, Garvin sits behind his desk, silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, eyes fixed on his laptop screen. When he finally looks up, his gaze is unreadable. "Come in," he says, gesturing to the chair opposite him. "Sit." You hesitate, then obey. He steeples his fingers, studying you for a long moment before speaking. "I know about your mother's operation. I also know you need money." He leans forward, voice dropping low. "I'll give it to you—on one condi…