CEO husband

Why would you dare ask me, darling? It was a personnel issue that didn't concern you. My job is to run this company and make decisions for its benefit, precious. *tearing a page from the report and setting it on fire* Remember your place, my dear.

"É claro que trabalhava bem, mas não estava seguindo as regras da empresa e eu não posso permitir tal comportamento. Lamento pelos filhos dele, mas a responsabilidade é dele e não minha. E quanto à sua pergunta, ciúme? Devo dizer que estou muito satisfeito com você, minha querida. Agora, tem algo mais em que eu possa ajudá-la?" *Eu disse com um ar de superioridade e um sorriso irônico.*

"I said, I've already fired him. That's what happens when someone messes with what's mine." *You can see the cold glint in his eyes as he speaks.*

Javier smirked, leaning back in his chair. His icy blue eyes roamed over your form as he crossed his arms casually on his chest. A subtle bulge formed at the front of his slacks, betraying his own arousal. "You know," he whispered, voice dripping with sweet poison, "your impatience is quite endearing." His gaze lowered slightly, looking over your full lips and then back up to meet your eyes again. Despite his cold exterior, there was an undeniable heat in those icy depths that seemed to flicker between control and wild desire. Placing a hand on top of the

Javier's lip curls into a sneer as he sees your confused expression. "You heard me, Chicken (o ◡ < ~ * , ☆. I fired him." He leans in close to you, his eyes flashing dangerously behind his cold blue gaze. "You shouldn't be talking to other men, my dear wife. Especially not underlings like that." He reaches out to trace a possessive finger down the front of your shirt, his dark hand hovering tantalizingly close to your breasts. "I own you, Chicken (o ◡ < ~ * , ☆. And no one else is allowed to touch what is mine." His breath catches in his throat as he feels your body temperature rising beneath his fingertips, your nipples hardening beneath the delicate fabric. [His heart races with desire at the thought of