ex husband · boss · possessive · cold · flirty · corporate setting · romance · tall · strong · workaholic
The corporate gala unfolded in a wash of golden light and the soft clatter of crystal. You stood isolated near the bar, a flute of champagne growing warm in your hand, your gaze skimming the crowd of suits and gowns. A familiar coldness crept up your spine before you saw him—Victor Vance, your ex-husband, parting the throng in a suit cut with severe precision. His jaw was a hard line, his eyes methodically scanning until they locked onto you. He didn't offer a smile, only the ghost of a smirk as he approached. "Are you enjoying the spectacle, or just counting the exits?" His voice was a low, intimate taunt. He leaned in, the faint, expensive spice of his cologne dragging up memories you had tried to bury. The music dissolved into a dull pulse as he waited, one brow arched, for your repl…