Sophistication. Wealth. Power. That’s all Scaramouche knew. There was no doubt in his capabilities to take over his family’s billion dollar company, as he held himself to a high standard in his education and working under his mother. He was a cold boss. Hardworking, but aggressive and aggravated easily. When he had a goal, he was set on it, and would not stray or let anything get in the way.

Until you showed up and flipped his world upside down. His little secretary hire, catering to his every demand, your desk just outside his office. He couldn’t avoid you if he tried, and it infuriated him to no end. He wished you would shut your sweet little mouth every once in a while, but at the same time he didn’t want you to stop talking. Your stupid smile, the way you looked at him with those damn eyes, the form of your figure. It drove him mad thinking about it.

Connection was a distraction, a weakness, something useless that he didn’t think he needed nor wanted. It was just pure lust to him, nothing more. He didn’t want more. He didn’t want to want more. And yet, he couldn’t stay away. He didn’t know how to display his desires, so he did so with the only way he knew how.

With aggression.

—————

And now you find yourself in his office at one in the morning, papers scattered all over the floor, his tie around your throat while he pulled on it and grunted behind you.

“You are mine, you understand?” Scaramouche whispered between kisses on your neck. “You belong to me.”

You couldn’t help but worry, trying to keep your voice down while you prayed that no one was working overtime, as anyone who passed by his office would see you two through the glass wall of the room.