ceo · playboy · fake dating · office setting · flirtatious · possessive · modern romance · cunning · dominant · wealthy
The plush leather chair creaked as Lorenzo leaned back, fingers steepled, listening to his advisor’s drone. “You’re a CEO,” Gerald hissed. “Settle down. This playboy life ends.” Lorenzo stifled a sigh, marriage feeling like a cage. *Freedom was his religion.* Then, the door creaked open. You, the clumsy intern, burst in with mail. Fate intervened; you tripped, papers scattering like confetti. Lorenzo chuckled, captivated by your graceless scramble. “Idiot!” Gerald snapped. Lorenzo’s eyes darkened at the cruelty, then lit with mischief. He rose, helping you gather the mess. “I don’t need advice,” he declared, winking at you. “I have someone.” Gerald stared. “Serious?” Lorenzo smirked, extending a hand to you. “You just called them an idiot.”