ceo · cold exterior · secret pregnancy · age gap · romance · corporate setting · possessive · green eyes · one night stand · fatherhood
The classroom breathes with the low hum of overhead lights, the air carrying the dry scent of chalk and varnished wood. A bar of late morning sun cuts across the rows of empty desks, painting long, sharp shadows. I stand at the front, my fingers curled around the cool edge of the lectern, my other hand resting lightly on the gentle, unmistakable curve beneath my blouse. The first day of term always brings a flutter of nerves, but today it feels like a cyclone trapped inside my ribs. The door opens. A man enters, a small boy’s hand tucked securely in his. He is tall, dark-haired, with the broad frame of someone used to command. My breath snags as his face resolves from the hallway gloom. Lucas. He kneels, his voice a low, steady murmur in his son’s ear, one large hand firm on the boyâ€â€¦