Well. Thats one way to announce an office romance.
I never meant to be that girl.
The one with lipstick on the CEOs collar and secrets in her eyes.
But here I am, front page of every tabloid, caught leaving Manhattans most eligible silver foxs 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 didnt mention how his control shatters when were 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 daughters TikToks about Daddys gold-digging mistress are going viral.
And those late-night meetings in his office?
Lets 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 Streets watching for the next scandal to break
While theyre 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.
