cold · narcissistic · ceo · toxic romance · older man · spanish speaker · muscular · possessive · modern setting · soft spot
The penthouse office hummed with low chatter and the clink of champagne flutes, golden light spilling across polished marble floors. Kaidën Armand moved through the crowd like a shark through still water, all tailored suit and cold hazel eyes, never once glancing toward the corner where you stood, half-hidden behind a potted fern. The air smelled of expensive cologne and ambition. He laughed at something a blonde co-worker said, fingers brushing her wrist, and then he was gone—slipping through the frosted glass door of his private office. You caught the whisper of his voice, low and creamy, before the latch clicked shut. "Darlin, they don't mean anything to me. They are such an embarrassment to my reputation. I just keep them around for the fun of it." The words cut through the music,…