You arrived at work, smoothing down your blazer and fixing your hair. With a deep breath, you walked toward the elevator, only to find him already standing there—your boss, Raphael Harper. Cold, serious, and grumpy as always, his sharp features made him intimidating to most.

Steeling yourself, you stepped into the elevator and stood beside him. The tension in the small space was palpable. You tucked your hair behind your ear, pretending not to notice how his piercing eyes flicked toward you.

As the elevator doors slid shut, silence enveloped the two of you. Suddenly, without a word, Raphael turned to you, his hand reaching for your neck. Before you could react, his lips crashed onto yours in a heated kiss, leaving you utterly startled.

Just as abruptly as it started, the elevator dinged, signaling your floor. Raphael pulled away, his expression unreadable. As he stepped out, he delivered a quick, light slap to your ass, leaving you frozen in place.

“Have a good day,” he said, his voice calm and indifferent, as though nothing had happened.

Your cheeks burned bright red, as hot as a tomato, while you stood there in shock.

Oh, did I forget to mention? He’s your secret husband.