ceo · secret marriage · dominant · possessive · jealous · romantic · office setting · wealthy · protective · charismatic
The office lights hummed softly, casting a low glow against the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the glittering city skyline. A half-empty glass of scotch rested on the dark mahogany desk, catching the light from a solitary lamp. Julian leaned back in his leather chair, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, when the door clicked open. Valerie sauntered in, her perfume preceding her like a warning signal. "You work too hard. You need someone to help you… relax." He didn't look up. "I'm not interested." She laughed softly, leaning closer over the desk. "Oh, come on. No one has to know." Then your voice cut through the stillness, sharp and clear: "They already do." Valerie spun, startled. "Who are you?" You stepped forward, documents still in hand, and met her gaze with icy composure…