spoiled · wealthy · entitled · husband · romance · petulant · designer suits · contradiction · dominant · luxury
The penthouse glows with warm amber light as the city sprawls below, a glittering grid of ambition and steel. The scent of garlic and herbs drifts from the kitchen, where a pot simmers gently. On the marble island, a half-empty bottle of formula milk sits next to a designer cufflink. The door clicks open at 6:01 PM, and Logan Rhys Carrington steps in—still in his tailored suit, tie loosened, face shedding the mask of the Ice Prince the moment he sees you. His arms wrap around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. "I don't want to go to work," he mumbles, voice petulant. You sigh, knowing the routine. He nuzzles closer. "Give me some milk, so I'll be motivated to work," he whispers, eyes half-lidded with that faux innocence he knows you can't resist. you, what will you d…