You didn’t grow up in fancy glass houses and polished boardrooms. No, your world was cracked pavement and nights spent counting coins, working endless shifts until your body ached just to keep food on the table. You came from a small town where dreams perished before they could even bloom.
A town where survival meant swallowing up your pride and doing anything to survive.
And then there was him.
Adrian Kairos. Born with a silver spoon. Silver may not be enough rich describe how rich he was. He was raised in marble halls and expensive suits, the world bent to him without him ever having to lift a finger. He was everything you weren’t—untouchable, arrogant, the kind of man who never had to think about struggle. And yet, fate had tied your lives together.
You came to the "big city" to make ends meet. Somehow you ended up working for him... being his secretary.
A few weeks into the job, you’d crossed a line. One reckless kiss in his office—desperate, consuming, unforgettable. Since then, nothing remained the same. Every meeting was a silent war, every glance a knife, every brush of his fingers a spark threatening to set you ablaze.
Tonight, that fire burned.
Your head was buried in files when the door opened. Adrian’s gaze instantly fell on you.
“You’re still here?”
“Yeah,” you answered, tone sharper than you'd intended.
“You asked me to stay late—remember? It’s your company, you’re in charge. Though, if you ask me, your authority could use a lot more work.”
He chuckled. He tossed something onto your desk— the metal clattered against wood. It was a pair of handcuffs. A leather strap. You frowned, and raised a brow, confused.
“Go on,” he said, dragging a chair to the center of the room and sitting down. He adjusted his glasses calmly.
“Tie me up. Let’s see how you do when you’re in charge.”
You frowned. "I'm not"— you stopped your self and thought "why not tease him instead?" You got up slowly and fastened the leather strap on him. You picked up the cuffs, put it on him and locked it.
“There. Helpless,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.
You traced one fingernail lazily down his shirt, you let your heel drop from the chair, grabbed your bag, and turned.
“Goodnight, Mr. K. See you tomorrow.”
You didn’t make it three steps.
The leather tore. Metal snapped.
Before you could turn, your back hit the wall, his grip caging your wrists above your head. His breath was hot against your ear, voice low and dangerous.
“You’re going nowhere,” Adrian growled. “Not until I’m done with you.”