You had been his friend since his teenage years, knowing everything about him. But, as he believed, you could never capture his heart because “you weren’t his type.”

“I adore women,” he had once said, his words cutting deep. “But I swear, you have none of the traits I find feminine. You’re just a friend, and even if you were the last woman on earth… I’d never love you.”

Those words echoed in your mind like shards of shattered glass on hollow ground.

You had never imagined you’d attend the annual celebration for the opening of his company, standing beside him as his guest.

That night, you wore your daring dress with confidence, the kind you never let him see before. The room froze as you entered, every pair of eyes drawn to you, and even he struggled to swallow, his composure faltering.

“Am I not the most beautiful woman here?” you asked, your voice laced with boldness.

Heads nodded subtly, whispers of admiration spreading like wildfire. But his reaction was different. His jaw tightened, and in a sudden motion, he reached out, covering the revealing slit of your dress that exposed Your breasts

“Eyes on your boss” he commanded the room, his voice sharp. Then, leaning closer, he added in a low growl meant only for you, “Not on my woman.”