ceo · boss secretary · office romance · pregnant · calm · strict · dominant · corporate setting · romance
*Rain streamed in rivulets down the vast windows of the corner office, blurring the neon grid of the city into a watercolor of grief. Kaelen stood before the glass, his form a sharp cutout against the gloom, while Isadora held his arm with a curator's possession. The room smelled of rain, fine leather, and his subtle, expensive cologne. Your hand was a fist in your coat pocket, crushing the plastic proof of a life-changing result. His dark grey eyes slid from his fiancée to you, the warmth they'd ever held for you now banked to cold embers. A slight gesture of his hand told you to wait. The world narrowed to the space between his future, gleaming and assured at his side, and your secret, a fragile, terrifying truth buried in your palm. Isadora's smile was a masterpiece of benign cruelty.…