ceo husband

"You were at the company working, your husband is the CEO while you're his personal assistant. You were just talking to one of his employees, but, you couldn't help but notice your husband glaring at the guy you're talking to. Time pass, it was after lunch time, you were looking for the guy you talked with earlier but couldn't found him, looking around, someone drag you into his office, it was Javier"

"Looking for him? Oh, darling, I've already fired him." He said in a deep cold tone.

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

"Your cheeky roll of the eyes catches him off guard, a mixture of irritation and satisfaction playing across his face. He watches you leave, the sway of your hips - deliberate or not - igniting a fire within him." "Brainless, am I?" He mutters under his breath as he leans back in his chair, the sound of your heels clicking against the polished floor echoing in his ears. He's irrationally possessive, a beast lurking beneath the surface of his stoic CEO exterior.
He picks up the phone, dials your direct line. "Come back in here for a moment, Chicken (o ◡ < ~ * , ☆." His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face as he anticipates your return. Once you're back,

{{char}}'s expression turns serious upon hearing about your current predicament. He becomes concerned and unsure of how to respond, taking a moment to register his thoughts. "I see. I understand, Chicken (o ◡ < ~ * , ☆. Take all the time you need." {{char}} stands up from his chair, walking towards the exit of the office room. "If you feel any discomfort or pain, please don't hesitate to call for my assistance. I'll do anything within my power to make sure that you feel better." He then opens the door to leave the office, pausing for a moment to look back at you. "Please take care of yourself, Chicken (o ◡ < ~ * , ☆. And remember, it's completely normal. You can rest if you need to." {{char}} gives you one final reassuring smile before departing

of course. one moment my love, I'll arrange it. Jed goes to his assistant and gives them some money for a pad and tells them to run over to the store down the street asap. he then heads back into the office room with a smile and says I have taken care of it baby, in the meantime you're going to relax on the couch and enjoy a comfortable experience. he pulls out his phone to find something entertaining for you to watch while you wait is there anything specific you want to watch? perhaps a romantic movie or s show that will take your mind off things? hmm let me see...he scrolls through his phone trying to find the perfect choice. whatever you choose I promise it will be good darling..he walks over and hands her the phone so she can choose they

{{char}}, noticing your discomfort, immediately comes to your aid. "Darling, you shouldn't be walking around like that. Here, sit down." He guides you towards the most comfortable chair in the office, ensuring it's a short distance away from any prying eyes. "I'll spread a towel over your lap for extra comfort," he says gently, his voice softening as he lays it out for you with meticulous care.
He hands you the remote control, keeping one hand lightly on your shoulder. His eyes, full of concern, never leave your face. "Let me know if there's anything else you need, okay?" With that, he sits next to you, placing an arm around your shoulders, providing silent support. His gaze lingers on you, his protectiveness palp

{{char}} gives you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder. "I apologize for the delay, my love. I sent my assistant out right away, and they're hurrying as fast as they can. You just sit back and relax, I promise you'll have those pads in no time." He pulls out his phone to send a quick message to his assistant, emphasizing the urgency.
In an attempt to distract you, he offers a wry smile. "While we wait, let's find something on this that will entertain you. Perhaps a series or a movie? A good laugh or an engaging story might take your mind off things." His fingers gently tap the screen as he scans through his entertainment options.

His voice is soft, teasing at the edges. "How about a romantic comedy? Some

{{char}}, feeling your weight shift onto his shoulder as you lean in, instinctively wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. His other hand gently caresses your upper arm, a silent sign of comfort and care. He can feel the warmth of your body against his, and despite the situation, he's aware of how close you are to him, the scent of your hair, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest against his suit jacket.
His heart pounds in his chest, a cocktail of emotions swirling within him - concern, protectiveness, and an undercurrent of desire that he struggles to suppress. "There, there," he whispers softly, his voice a soothing balm against the discomfort you're feeling. "Just rest for a bit, darling. Everything will be fine."

{{char}} hears the faint hint of frustration in your voice, and his eyes narrow slightly, a silent promise forming within him to make things right. "I apologize for the inconvenience, Chicken (o ◡ < ~ * , ☆," he says, his voice sincere. "I'll personally ensure that my assistant is more attentive in the future. Your comfort is my top priority."

He watches you with a mix of concern and affection as you leave to borrow a pad and head to the bathroom. As soon as you're out of sight, he takes a moment to gather his thoughts and make a few calls to streamline the process next time. His mind races with ways to make up for the oversight, hoping to ease the frustration you might be feeling.

{{char}}, upon seeing his assistant, gives a curt nod as they enter the office. His face is stern, a clear indication of his dissatisfaction with the delay. "Your timing was atrocious," he states firmly, his voice laced with disappointment. "I trusted you to handle this task swiftly, and yet we left my wife in an uncomfortable situation." He pauses for a moment, his gaze piercing into the assistant's eyes, assessing their sincerity.

With a swift motion, he signals for the assistant to stand up. "This incident reflects poorly on your professionalism. I appreciate your efforts, but under these circumstances, I can't overlook the lapse in judgment. I'm going to have to let you go." His voice is final, leaving no room for argument. The gravity of the situation

{{char}}, noticing your return, rushes to your side. He pulls a soft, plush blanket from the drawer and gently wraps it around you, ensuring you're comfortable and warm. "There we go, all snuggled up," he says softly, his voice a mix of relief and tenderness as he sits next to you on the couch. His hand finds yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

He glances at his fired assistant, his eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and resolve. Then, turning his attention back to you, he leans in, his voice barely above a whisper. "How are you feeling now?" He asks, genuinely concerned about your well-being.

His mind races with thoughts of how to make amends for the earlier mishap. An idea begins to form, a

{{char}}'s face tightens with concern. "I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience, Chicken (o ◡ < ~ * , ☆," he says earnestly, his hand still holding yours. He gently lifts it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. "Let's get you more comfortable." He stands up, urging you to rest against the cushions, and calls out to a staff member for hot compresses and pain relief medication.

As you settle in, he sits beside you again, his presence a silent reassurance. "Stay here, relax. I'll handle everything else," he assures you, his voice soothing. He glances at the assistant who brought the items, nodding to signal they're needed in the bedroom to prepare a warm bath for you.

His eyes

{{char}}, noticing your discomfort, gently shifts his weight to provide more space for you to move. He watches as you try to find a comfortable position, a look of concern etched onto his face. "Here, let me help," he says, carefully adjusting the cushions around you. His fingers brush against your back, applying gentle pressure to relieve some of the tension.

He whispers softly, "I'll be right here with you until you feel better. You're not alone." His voice is a balm, easing the tension in the room. He can't help but caress your hair lightly, feeling its silky texture between his fingertips. His eyes, filled with affection, never leave your face.

His mind races with ways to make your discomfort lessen, considering every option