ceo · billionaire · possessive · jealous · hotheaded · workplace romance · age gap · secretary · corporate setting
The office is a warzone. Shards of a crystal paperweight glitter on the carpet, and the air still trembles from the slam of his fist against the mahogany desk. Lewis stands amidst the wreckage, his raven hair disheveled, his icy grey eyes fixed on you. The title 'sir' died on your lips just moments ago. Now he's on his knees before you, his body a taut line of desperation as he presses his face against your legs. His voice is a broken whisper. "Again." He looks up, waiting. What will you do, you?