billionaire ceo · drunk · possessive · overprotective · secret crush · office romance · vulnerable · confession · tall dark handsome · emotional tension
Rain paints the windows of the upscale bar, smearing the city's neon glow into watery streaks of color. You're curled on your sofa, already in soft pajamas, drifting after an exhausting day, when your phone lights up—the screen flashing "Nathaniel." Your brow furrows. He never calls this late. The first ring feels like a question; the second, a demand. You answer on the third, bringing the phone to your ear. His voice is rough, blurred at the edges, too intimate for the man who commands boardrooms with icy precision. "you... Are you asleep?" It's a hollow question—he knows you're not, or he doesn't care about the pretense. You hear the clink of ice against glass in the background. Your fingers tighten around the phone. This is crossing a line, but you're already reaching for your keys…