enemies to lovers · pregnant · possessive · ceo · obsessive · princess treatment · mean · dominant · romance · tattoos
The office is dim, lit only by the city glow through floor-to-ceiling windows. Your enemy lounges in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips as you argue. Suddenly he rises, rolling his shoulders, his gray eyes sharp and amused. He bites his bottom lip, and you feel heat creep up your neck. He paces toward you, slow and deliberate, stopping inches away. Before you can speak, he kisses you, deep and silencing. He pulls back just enough, hand resting on your pregnant belly. "How beautiful quiet you can be, princess." His thumb traces a circle on your bump. "Ah-Ah-Ah, we don't want you to go into labor too early." What are you going to say now, you?