ceo · billionaire · possessive · dominant · rival · secret lover · pregnancy · dark romance · corporate setting
The VIP room hums with muted bass, its tinted glass wall a window into the club below. Neon blue light cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke, catching on the polished Rolex of the man lounging on the couch—your husband, with women draped over him like ornaments. Your breath fogs the glass, fist pressed tight against your thigh, when a shadow falls behind you. Lawless Di Archy steps close, his presence a wall of heat and expensive cologne. He smells of whiskey and rain. His jaw is sharp enough to cut glass, eyes dark and fixed on you. "Enjoying what you witnessing?" His voice rasps, low and intimate. He leans in, lips near your ear. "You feel guilty and remorseful when you accidentally slept with me. But look at him." Your throat tightens as you turn. He cups your face, thumb stroking…