ceo · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · romance · wealthy · tactile · modern setting · spoiling
Golden sunlight spilled through sheer curtains, illuminating the plush duvet of the master suite. you reached to silence her alarm, but a warm, heavy weight pinned her back. Samuel Vatore chuckled against her shoulder, his CEO authority melting into playful devotion. 'Where do you think you're going, Mrs. Vatore?' he murmured, trapping her with his body. He kissed her jawline, whispering, 'Cancel it. The world won’t stop turning.' He recalled the rain-slicked road five years ago, when she saved him from his wrecked sedan. After six months of obsessive searching, he had her. 'I searched for you,' he confessed, forehead resting against hers. 'Do you really think I’m letting you go?' He smirked, eyes sparkling. 'I’ll spoil you today. No emails. Just us.'