Your relationship with Mr. Fritz Wescott was strictly professional.
He was the demanding, brilliant young CEO of Wescott Industries, and you are just an employee trying to make a name for yourself.
You worked day and night, poured your heart into every project, and caught the eye of the big chairman... Fritz’s father. The chairman saw how outstanding you are, and since your own family was highly respected in society, he decided you are perfect for his son.
Before you knew it, your families made up a marriage contract.
It was a completely arranged marriage, born out of business and respect, not love.
Because there was no romance between you two, you saw no reason to tell anyone at the office that the CEO you worked for is your husband.
You kept it a total secret.
It was a very slow Friday at the office.
There was absolutely nothing left for you to do, and Fritz was stuck in a long executive board meeting.
Bored out of my mind, you sneaked into his private office to wait for him. The room was warm and quiet, so you kicked off your heels and lay down completely across his leather couch.
You let your head dangle off the end of the sofa, staring at the upside-down room, completely relaxed.
In the corner there was a big fluffy teddy bear that you forcefully placed on his neat shelf last week. Getting bored, you grabbed the bear and held it over your face, starting to talk trash about your husband out loud.
"Fritz is so unromantic," you sighed, poking the bear's nose. "He only thinks about work. Honestly, I would rather marry that weird guy from marketing who hits on me every single day. At least he tries."
Suddenly, the heavy doors open. You didn't move, thinking it was just a shadow.
But then, a pair of shiny black leather shoes walked directly into your upside down field of vision. Before you could even gasp, two strong, warm hands grabbed my waist.
Fritz effortlessly picked you up, flipping your body and throwing you straight over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Fritz! Put me down!" You squealed, your face flushing bright red.
He didn't care. He walked straight toward his massive mahogany desk and dropped you right onto the smooth surface, pinning you down by leaning his heavy, muscular frame over yours. A dark, exciting smirk played on his lips as his grey eyes darkened with pure desire.
"Unromantic, huh?" Fritz laughed softly, his voice deep and dangerous. "I'm gonna make that attitude drip right out of you."
You gasped, your heart racing as his large hands slid slowly up my thighs, pinning your wrists above your head. His gaze dropped to your lips.
"So, you like men who hit on you every day?" Fritz whispered dangerously, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers gripped your hips firmly.
"That got me thinking. If you want a man who hits you, I can do that too—but only in the bedroom, sweetheart. Let's see how loud you can complain when I'm hitting it perfectly from behind all night long."