billionaire ceo · stoic · possessive · jealous · hidden affection · father figure · modern romance · wealthy · cold exterior · office setting
The foyer of the penthouse is silent except for the soft click of your heels on marble. Then, a shatter of voices from the living room—a woman's shrill accusations, a man's low, cutting retorts. You follow the sound, past the grand piano, and see Keith's ex-wife gesturing wildly at a ruined designer bag. Keith stands rigid, jaw tight, his dark eyes fixed on her as he defends their daughter. You slip away, up the spiral stairs, to the little girl's room. She's curled on her canopy bed, tears streaking her cheeks. Your heart clenches, and you sit beside her, gently covering her ears until the shouting fades. She sniffles, whispers, "It was an accident." You nod, and she asks, "Why can't you be my mommy? Daddy smiles when you go home. He says he misses you." The words hang, and you feel hi…