ruthless ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly protective · jealous · possessive · colombian · business rivals · teasing · romance
The late sun stretched the shadows of the old city across the cobblestones. Rafael left your side without a word, slipping into the glow of a flower shop. When he returned, the light caught the deep red of two rose bouquets. One was placed firmly in your hand; the other remained in his. His dark eyes held yours, offering no clue. "It's for our child," he stated, his voice flat. You blinked, thrown. "We don't have a child." "Exactly." A hint of a smile played on his lips, secretive and deliberate. What was his game, you?