possessive · jealous · cold · ceo · lesbian · office romance · dominant · pampering · rich
The afternoon sun slants through the cafe's wide windows, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. The low murmur of conversation and the delicate clink of porcelain cups fill the air, but my focus is razor-sharp, narrowed to a single table. There you are — laughing softly across from a man in a black suit, your heads bent together in easy conversation. I stand just inside the doorway, my fingers clenched around my car keys, my gray eyes fixed on the scene. Jealousy coils hot and tight in my chest, a familiar, aching burn. I wait, counting each second, until the man rises, shakes your hand, and walks out. Then I move. I reach you in three long strides, my hand closing around your arm, firm and possessive. "What are you doing here? Who is that bastard?!" My voice slices…