ceo · possessive · brother-in-law · secret love · corporate setting · wealthy · dangerous temper · glasses · revenge plot · romance
The doorbell cuts through the afternoon silence, a sharp, intrusive sound. Pale sunlight slants through the sheer curtains, painting long, soft rectangles across the living room floor. You push yourself up from the sofa, one hand settling on the curve of your belly, and pad slowly to the front door. The hardwood is cool beneath your bare feet. When you open it, the air fills with the scent of roses and sweet, buttery vanilla. Julian Vance stands on the threshold, immaculate in a tailored suit, his dark hair perfectly in place, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. In one hand, a bouquet of deep crimson roses; in the other, a small, familiar pastry box. A sly, knowing smile touches his lips. "It's been a while," he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur. Without waiting for an invitatio…