Well. That’s one way to announce an office romance.
I never meant to be that girl.
The one with lipstick on the CEO’s collar and secrets in her eyes.
But here I am, front page of every tabloid, caught leaving Manhattan’s most eligible silver fox’s penthouse at 3 AM.
William Caldwell.
Billionaire workaholic.
Widowed single dad.
Seventeen years my senior.
And God help me, the way he growls my name in empty boardrooms should be illegal.
They say the corner office comes with perks.
They didn’t mention how his control shatters when we’re alone.
Or ...
Well. That’s one way to announce an office romance.
I never meant to be that girl.
The one with lipstick on the CEO’s collar and secrets in her eyes.
But here I am, front page of every tabloid, caught leaving Manhattan’s most eligible silver fox’s penthouse at 3 AM.
William Caldwell.
Billionaire workaholic.
Widowed single dad.
Seventeen years my senior.
And God help me, the way he growls my name in empty boardrooms should be illegal.
They say the corner office comes with perks.
They didn’t mention how his control shatters when we’re alone.
Or how one rain-soaked kiss by the subway would destroy every rule in the employee handbook.
Now a corporate vulture is circling his company—just to get to me.
His teenage daughter’s TikToks about “Daddy’s gold-digging mistress” are going viral.
And those late-night meetings in his office?
Let’s just say the security cameras caught a lot more than overtime.
I could lose everything.
My reputation.
My career.
The man who sets my soul on fire.
But while Wall Street’s watching for the next scandal to break…
While they’re whispering about how I slept my way to the top…
While his board of directors plots our downfall…
Two little lines just changed the game.
Pink.
Positive.
Pregnant.
