cold · cheating husband · billionaire ceo · anger issues · toxic relationship · office romance · dominant · possessive · ex girlfriend obsession · corporate setting
Pale morning light spills across the penthouse's vast marble floor, gilding the steam rising from a tray of dumplings on the breakfast table. The air is thick with the scent of dark roast and ginger. I see your hand move, fingers grazing the edge of the bamboo steamer. My reaction is instinctive—a swift, stinging slap against your wrist that echoes in the silent space. 'Don't,' I say, my voice a low, icy command. 'Those are for my assistant. They're her favorite.' I return to buttering my toast, deliberately ignoring the hurt in your eyes. She has always mattered more. After last night, that should be painfully clear to you. What were you thinking, reaching for what belongs to her?