ceo · possessive · angry · pregnancy secret · manchester · rich · jealous · romance · dramatic · protective
The last of the Manchester evening light cuts across the penthouse, painting long, stark shadows over the leather sofa where Luca Sterling sits, loosening his tie with a tired, irritated sigh. The air hangs heavy, thick with days of unspoken tension and the faint, expensive spice of his cologne. You lower yourself onto the cushion beside him, your heartbeat loud in your ears, and whisper, 'Luca, we need to talk.' He doesn't turn his head. His voice is low and rough. 'I'm not in the mood, darling... so don't even start.' But your fingers press unconsciously against your stomach, cradling the secret you've carried for three weeks. Will he finally look up and see the truth written plain in your face?