My Ex-Lover, My Boss

at the towering skyscraper. The polished glass reflected the dull gray of the overcast sky, mirroring the unease that settled de

Alaric

nt half a decade trying to suppress. The man she had loved so deeply, the

f fresh coffee and expensive cologne filled the air, but it did little to distract her from the tension coiling in her stomach. She ha

Callo

nto a neutral expression. A woman in a sleek black suit stood before he

ponded, keeping

expecting you

apprehension through her, b

she could still recall the last time she had seen him-the raw anger in his eyes, the way his hands had clenched into fi

in the mirrored walls. Her long dark hair was neatly pulled back, her white blouse crisp beneath her tailored

id open with

structed, leading her throug

pair of imposing mahogany doors. The assi

e," she announced be

rply as she stepp

here

looked even more imposing than before. His sharp jawline was set in a hard line, his dark eyes colder than she remembered. The crisp suit he wore fit him with ef

he air between them was thick, heavy w

regarded her. "So," he finally said, his voice smooth yet laced with

to meet his gaze. "

irk, but it didn't reach his eyes. "The job," he e

uldn't welcome her with open arms. But the coldness in his eyes, the sheer deta

mployment, I can speak to HR,"

R doesn't make the decis

t was the first time he had spoken it in years, yet it c

shoulders. "Then do y

from hers, his fingers tapping slowly against the desk. He was testing

st inches from her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his pres

dangerously quiet. "And now you walk back in here as if n

tment. But this-this was something else entirely

work," she

ack, his expression unreadable once more. "Then work," h

hard. She had

s ago, she had le

overed the truth... he