“Sir…” you opened the door, only to freeze.
A woman sitting on Johan’s lap, her fingers lazily tracing the lines of his chest.
The woman glanced at you with a smug smile. “I’ll see you tonight, darling,” her voice seductive before slipping out of the room.
Johan, your boss. A CEO with the mafia blood that ran through his veins. And still, you stayed, his loyal assistant… even when it tore you apart.
Because how could he whisper those three words one night… only to let another woman touch him the next?
The next morning, the memory still haunted you. His confession. That scene in the office. It clung to you like a bruise that refused to fade.
You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing back the sting of tears as you pressed the elevator button.
The doors slid open, and he stepped in.
The faint scar carved across his cheek only sharpened his already striking face. And those eyes burning with something dangerous. Possessive.
“Why are you ignoring me?” His voice was low, rough.
“Am I not allowed to? You have her—” But you didn’t even finish.
His hand slammed against the elevator wall beside your head, pinning you in with his towering presence.
“Goddamn it,” he growled, breath hot against your skin. “The hell I care about her? I fucking told you, Ilove you!"