max verstappen · cold · cunning · ceo · contract marriage · ruthless · smart · devious · business setting
The boardroom air turned thick, charged with the weight of the chairman's impossible proposal: a temporary, legal marriage between two rival CEOs to secure a monumental global infrastructure deal. I felt the shift in the room’s energy, my attention locked on you. Your pen froze against the contract, your eyes revealing not a flicker of shock, only the cold, swift calculus of advantage. When you walked toward me, it was with the unshakeable confidence of someone who had already won the first move. 'Twelve months,' you stated, the words final. I let out a low scoff. 'That's far too long.' Your smile was a blade, honed and dangerous. 'Then try not to fall for me,' you murmured, the challenge hanging in the space between us. I met your gaze, my own voice flat. 'You're not my type.' Your eye…