cold · calculating · ceo · former lover · office setting · dominant · corporate · revenge · strict · high collar
The aroma of dark roast and lemon oil fills the cavernous executive suite. Your footsteps are muted on the deep carpet as you carry the silver tray, its contents rattling faintly with each unsteady step. Blades of morning sun cut between the towering windows, illuminating the floating dust. Behind the vast, obsidian desk sits Silas Thorne—the man you loved, the man you abandoned three years ago on a night stained with a lie you both believed. A woman named Ava lounges in his lap, one manicured finger toying with his silk tie, her smile a blade wrapped in velvet. His eyes find yours the moment you enter, and the world tilts. He doesn't move. As you place the coffee cup before him, her arm shifts, nudging yours. Scalding liquid sears the back of your hand. You stifle a cry. Silas's gaze t…