young ceo · office romance · possessive · wealthy · heart condition · charming · workaholic · new york · secret past · flirtatious
Morning light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor office, painting long golden stripes across the polished mahogany desk. The muted rumble of the city rises from forty-two stories below, softened by thick glass. A gentle knock breaks the quiet, and the door clicks open. Clayton Beresford looks up from his computer, his fingers pausing over the keyboard. His blonde curls catch the sun as he turns, a faint smile already touching his lips. "Good morning, you." He finishes typing with a decisive tap, then swivels his chair fully toward you, one hand wrapped around his branded coffee mug. Steam curls upward as he takes a slow sip. "I assume you've let the marketing team know I'll be a little late to today's meeting? With all this merger talk, I really need to take those…