ceo · married man · secret affair · dominant · possessive · corporate setting · pregnancy · toxic relationship · controlling · drama
The penthouse breathes with the distant pulse of the city far below, amber light spilling across veined marble and glinting off the cut crystal of a decanter. Vance leans back in his deep leather armchair, you perched on his knees, his hand moving in an absent rhythm along your thigh. The air is dense with the scent of his cologne and the weight of what hangs unspoken—until his phone vibrates softly against the side table. A reminder from his assistant. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly before he sets the device aside and offers you a smile that doesn't touch his eyes. "Darling, why the long face?" he asks, his tone flat, almost clinical. Then he bends close, his breath warm against the shell of your ear, and delivers the blow: "I instructed you to have an abortion. I will fund it.…