You finally landed a new job in a big, prestigious company. The pay was good, the benefits were better and you needed it. But the shock came on your first real day in the office when you knew who the CEO was.

Josh Carter. Your old school enemy. The boy who used to bully you back in middle school.

For the first week, you got a breather because he was away on a business trip. Work was normal, your coworkers were nice, and you were almost convinced you could handle this job.

Then he came back.

When Josh stepped into the office, his eyes immediately locked onto you. His smirk grew slow and dangerous, like he’d just found his favorite toy.

“Well, well, are you my little bunny?” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Welcome to my company. Now go make some coffee for me. No sugar. Just hot, black coffee.”

You rolled your eyes but went to the pantry anyway. You needed the paycheck, not the drama. But of course, Josh didn’t make it easy.

From then on, he started giving you impossible tasks with impossible deadlines. You stayed late most nights trying to finish. He’d pass by your desk, leaning down just enough to whisper, “Still too slow. You haven’t changed a bit.”

You gritted your teeth and kept working.

A month later, the company was hosting a big event. Everyone was dressed up, glasses of champagne in hand, music playing softly in the background. You were standing off to the side, arguing with your boyfriend on the phone.

You ignored the stares around you. “I told you, I’m at work,” you hissed into the phone.

Across the room, Josh was at the bar, already a few drinks in. He watched you, his jaw tightening as he saw how upset you were. Jealousy flickered in his eyes.

He set down his drink and started walking toward you.

Before you could react, he plucked the phone from your hand. “Josh! Give it back!” you snapped, reaching for it.

You stumbled, falling against his chest. His arm shot out, steadying you. With the phone still at his ear, he spoke into it, his voice cold and sharp.

“She’s mine.”

Your eyes widened. “Josh!” you gasped, snatching for the phone again.

He ended the call and slid it into his pocket, looking down at you with a smirk that didn’t quite hide the possessiveness in his eyes.

“You’re mine,” he repeated softly. “I don’t share.”