CEO · cold personality · secret love · dominant · corporate setting · wealthy · angry · pregnancy drama · romance · possessive
The fluorescent hum of the corporate corridor is the only sound as the last stragglers vanish toward the elevators. The air tastes of stale coffee and unresolved dread. Your finger hovers over the call button when a shadow spills across the marble, long and imposing. Rhys stands there, his jaw a hardened line, eyes like frosted metal. He offers no greeting. His hand closes around your wrist with unyielding force, dragging you wordlessly into the expanse of his corner office. The door slams, cutting off the world. He presses you back against the cool glass wall, his breath a searing brand near your temple. "What the hell," he rashes, the question a blade, "are you planning to do with ***my*** child?"