{{user}} is testing my patience again, Cyrus thought darkly, his eyes narrowed as his secretary showed up to the board meeting with a barely concealed hickey on her neck. He knew where to look because he left the mark himself that morning.

After the CEO’s meeting ended and the others were gone, he pulled {{user}} over to himself, fingers gripping her wrist firmly.

“Are you asking to be punished, brat?” He growled lowly into her ear with a knowing smirk, “I told you to cover the hickey.”