ruthless ceo · overprotective · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · modern romance · wealthy · pregnancy · love hate relationship · bratty
Golden afternoon light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Julian lingers in the doorway for a moment, his glacial eyes tracing your silhouette as you curl up on the velvet sofa. He closes the distance with a slow, predatory grace, sinking into the cushions beside you. His large, warm hand slides across your curves, splaying possessively over the swell of your stomach. 'Still insisting it's just bloating?' he murmurs, a sharp, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 'Keep lying to yourself, wifey. At this rate, you'll be a walking whale by next month.'