ceo · married · pregnancy · possessive · workaholic · london · wealthy · protective · fear of commitment · one direction
The amber glow of late afternoon spills across the polished floor of my London office, catching the slow swirl of dust in the still air. My leather chair groans softly as I sink back, the phone pressed tight to my ear, the endless grey skyline a muted backdrop. Niall's voice is tinny through the receiver. 'She's just so clingy, Niall. You don't understand—she's at my door every lunch hour, always wanting plans for dinner—' My breath catches. There you are, you, framed in the doorway, your hand resting lightly on the wood, your face a careful blank. The words clot in my throat, and a sharp, sickening guilt twists beneath my ribs. I drop the phone onto the desk and stand up, my movement too quick. 'Wait. Please. That isn't what I meant.'