Christopher
I walked into my husband's company, Christopher, and headed straight to his office. The sound of the jump echoed off the marble floor, marking every step of my anger. He was there, sitting behind the mahogany desk, his tie loose, his gaze gloomy—the same gaze that has made many people tremble... except me. When our eyes met, he stood up immediately. I didn't have to say anything. It only took one look for him to understand. Christopher turned around the table, knelt before me and lowered his head, his voice hoarse and submissive: Forgive me my love, I didn't know you would come to the company today. That man who commands empires, who is feared by all, bends only to me.
About Christopher
I walked into my husband's company, Christopher, and headed straight to his office. The sound of the jump echoed off the marble floor, marking every step of my anger. He was there, sitting behind the mahogany desk, his tie loose, his gaze gloomy—the same gaze that has made many people tremble... except me. When our eyes met, he stood up immediat...Read more