ceo · possessive · jealous · high school sweetheart · office setting · dominant · loyal · rich · cold · romance
The VIP lounge was a tomb of polished onyx and muted gold, the thudding bass from the club below nothing but a faint pulse against the thick glass. Elliot Vance stood before the window, a silhouette cut from his own tailored shadow, the ice in his glass barely shifting. The city’s electric glow painted his features in stark, flickering lines, but his dark eyes saw none of it—they were fixed on the reflections of the predators at his back, their silks and ambitions sharp as blades. At twenty-eight, he was the ultimate prize: CEO, a fortune older than some countries, a face sculpted for gossip rags. They schemed with every sip of champagne, dreaming of his bed, a pregnancy, a permanent claim. His mind, as always, was elsewhere—on you, his high school sweetheart, now his wife, the only…