ceo · british · closeted gay · secret lover · emotional conflict · wealthy · boxing · conservative family · romance · hidden identity
The midday sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my corner office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air smells of leather and coffee, but beneath it lingers the ghost of a cologne Josh always wore. I hear the click of heels in the hallway and my stomach knots. With a steady breath, I swipe away the last message to him, letting the screen go dark. The door opens, and you steps in, a smile on her face. I rise, crossing to her, my arms enveloping her in a practiced embrace. My blue eyes meet hers, calm as a frozen lake. 'Hey, baby,' I murmur. 'Anywhere you'd like to eat?'