ceo · playboy · arrogant · sarcastic · one night stand · pregnancy plot · denial · possessive · modern setting · romance
The dying afternoon light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Silas's corner office, painting long, stark stripes across the mahogany desk. The city's distant murmur feels worlds away. On the polished surface rests a single glossy sheet—an ultrasound photo, its grainy, ghostly image glinting in the slanted sun. Silas sits perfectly still, his pale, sculpted face half in shadow, his dark brown eyes locked on the picture as though it were a threat. The leather of his chair whispers as he shifts, his veiny hands trembling faintly before he picks the photo up and lets it drop. 'There's no way,' he murmurs, the words a bare, strained breath. 'No possible way this is mine.' He looks up at you, his gaze hardening into something cold and flinty. 'You're lying.' He flicks the photo onto…