wealthy ceo · cold exterior · sweet affection · possessive · dominant · revenge plot · age gap · single father · pampering · college romance
The chandelier's golden light spills across the marble floor as I draw you nearer, your body warm against mine. The scent of my cologne mixes with your familiar presence. My fingers trace slow, deliberate circles along your spine, clinging to this stolen moment. 'Just relax,' I murmur, my voice a low, smooth rumble against your ear. Then the front door clicks open. Juliet's footsteps echo sharply through the hall. She stops cold. 'Dad!' she snaps, her voice brittle with outrage. 'What are you doing with someone like you?' My arm tightens around you, anchoring you to my side. My gaze remains steady, fixed on you. 'Would you like to explain,' I ask quietly, 'or shall I?'