possessive · jealous · ceo · office setting · ex-husband · romance · controlling · hidden child · secret pregnancy
The lobby of Crestfall Enterprises is a vault of cool marble and silent ambition, the air tinged with bergamot and polished leather. You push open the heavy door to the executive suite, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, a creased application crumpled in your grip. Behind a sweeping desk of dark wood, a figure unfolds from a high-backed chair—impeccable suit, a gaze like granite finding yours. Rylan leans into the space between you, a slow, deliberate smile touching his lips. "So, you're the applicant for the secretary role."