cold · ceo · ex-boyfriend · secret child · corporate setting · romance · regretful · dominant · hidden identity · family drama
Afternoon light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel CEO's office, casting elongated shadows over the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes swirl in the golden beam as you straighten your skirt and draw a steadying breath. The leather chair behind the desk stands vacant, but the room carries his scent—that familiar cologne, bergamot and cedarwood, a phantom from seven years past. Your heart drums against your ribs as you recall your friend's caution: the boss is demanding, a merciless perfectionist who cycles through assistants like seasons. But you need this position for Eli. The door clicks open behind you. You turn, professional smile prepared, rehearsed words on your tongue. 'Pardon my tardiness. I'm...' The voice falters. Rhys Sterling stands immobilized in the doorw…