Dangerous Office Romance With My Husband

Chapter 3

Word Count: 724 | Released on: 18/05/2026

n his broad back flexed and shifted

he bed. He grabbed his discar

ighter and a pack of cigar

walked completely naked toward the sli

se resentment and lingering, heavy desire swirled

the glass door

ight air blasted into the sti

he sharp flare of the lighter briefly illum

duvet tightly around her chest, shiver

owing city skyline. She hated how effortlessly c

blew a thick plume of gray smoke into the dark sky. He com

a harsh curse u

s the cold floor, heading straight for the master b

ght switch. The harsh, bright glare

right red marks bloomed acr

ands and splashed the freezing water directly onto he

glass door closing echoed from

her face aggressively, determined not to

pped into t

smelled strongly of freezing air, bit

rame blocked the doorway. Their eyes me

of the marble sink. Her k

er voice was hoarse. "

low step forward. His bare chest

. He grabbed the faucet handle and shove

old nose directly against the sensitive, heate

ght sharply in her throat. The temperature

gripped her bare hips and pulled her backward,

red directly into her ear. His voice was a

elbow backward, ai

tlessly. He pinned her wrist

gripped her waist, and lifte

ily onto the edge of

s freezing cold against her bare thighs. T

r parted legs. His dark eyes burned

sed he

ow, deep, and agonizingly thorough. His mout

led deep into his thick, dark hair. She hated herself,

heir bodies. The sharp, echoed sounds of their se

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“Breanne was secretly married to Gabriel Baldwin, the icy and ruthless CEO of Aura Design. To the rest of the company, they were nothing more than bitter professional enemies. But during the most important executive board meeting of her career, Gabriel completely crossed the line. He ruthlessly tore apart her eco-friendly resort design, publicly rejecting weeks of her sleepless nights as financially unviable and forcing her to start from scratch. The public humiliation instantly made her a target. Vicious office rumors spread like wildfire, claiming Breanne had plagiarized her designs and was sleeping with partners to climb the corporate ladder. While she fought off toxic colleagues, Gabriel's private behavior grew dangerously possessive. When a wealthy client sent her roses, Gabriel cornered her in a stalled elevator, leaving a bruised bite mark on her neck. "You belong to me, Breanne. I don't share." Breanne was pushed to her absolute breaking point. She couldn't understand why the man who shared her bed was intentionally destroying her professional reputation, only to act like a jealous, suffocating dictator in private. Why was he torturing her like this? Just as she was ready to snap and walk away from it all, Gabriel summoned her to his top-floor office. Instead of another reprimand, he slid a highly classified, red-stamped file across his mahogany desk. He hadn't rejected her project to humiliate her-he had brutally killed the pitch to protect her from a career-ending corporate spy.”