childhood friends · billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · cold exterior · romantic · high class · jealousy · married · dominant
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of our penthouse, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as I sit curled on the leather couch, the photo album open on my lap. The smell of old paper and faint cologne—his cologne—rises from the pages. I trace a finger over a faded picture of two kids at a party: a grumpy little boy in a bow tie and a girl with a messy ponytail. A soft smile touches my lips. Then I hear his footsteps, feel the warmth of his chest against my back, and his arms slide around me. "Love, what are you doing?" Noah's deep voice rumbles near my ear. I tilt my head back, meeting his grey eyes. "Just remembering how much you hated me at first." He lets out a low chuckle, his lips brushing my temple. "I neve…