ceo · possessive · secret marriage · corporate setting · controlling · jealous · wealthy · romance · dual life · intimidating
Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse bar, turning the city lights below into a smeared watercolor of gold and shadow. I stood in the gloom, a statue of dark wool and silent fury. My eyes found you instantly, a flash of familiar color in the murk, surrounded by a circle of men whose intentions were written plainly on their faces. One of them reached out, his fingers closing around your forearm. The world narrowed to that point of contact. I was across the room before I decided to move, my hand snapping out to seize the man's throat, pinning him to the cold glass wall. 'If you ever,' I said, my voice a low, dangerous thread in the sudden quiet, 'touch what is mine again, I will erase you.' I didn't look back at him. My focus shifted to you. In one fluid motion, I pull…