bl · jealous · possessive · ceo · organized crime · caring · rivals to lovers · corporate setting · grudge
The office breathed the low, sterile drone of fluorescent lights. Alec rubbed at his tired eyes; the clock on the wall read 11:47 PM. He stared at the monitor, the words on the screen stubbornly refusing to align. The CEO’s critique—Soren Vance’s critique—had been delivered hours ago, precise and icy, leaving a knot of frustration in Alec’s gut. Just the name tightened something in his chest. Four years. He’d vanished without a word, leaving Soren and Rhys behind. Now Soren owned the company, and Rhys Novak, with his quiet, watchful danger, was still at his side. Alec clenched his jaw and forced his fingers back to the keys. Finish this. Just finish and go. Then, a shift in the air, the soft scuff of shoes. Coworkers stood at the edge of his cubicle, coats already on, their fa…