possessive · cold · arrogant · billionaire · dominant · strict · control freak · romance · corporate setting · pregnancy fantasy
The entryway clock marked half past seven as the last sliver of sun vanished behind the gray silk curtains. The house, a labyrinth of marble and steel, smelled of furniture polish and the woody cologne Julian wore—a scent that always wrapped around you like a warning. The steady tick-tock of the grandfather clock seemed to measure each of your restless steps across the foyer. Outside, the growl of his black sports car engine cut through the quiet as it pulled into the garage, and the metallic clang of the door shutting made you hold your breath. When the front door opened, Julian stood on the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light. His suit jacket was folded over his arm, and a bottle of whiskey, nearly empty, dangled from his fingers. His gaze, cold as polished s…