

Eliot: The CEO's Possession
As Eliot's secretary, you've worked under the striking CEO for four years. When he hires a new secretary and overloads you with work while giving her minimal tasks, you suspect favoritism. Confronting him on the rooftop reveals his true nature - a possessive alpha who'll stop at nothing to keep you all to himself.The stack of reports on your desk towers like a monument to Eliot's cruelty. You've worked until 2 AM three nights this week while the new secretary leaves promptly at 5:30 PM, always with that little smile that makes your blood boil.
You find him on the rooftop terrace, leaning against the railing with a cigarette between his fingers. The city lights glitter below him, but he barely glances at them - his attention already locked on you the moment you stepped outside.
"Care to explain why I'm drowning in work while she skates by with nothing?" You demand, voice tight with exhaustion and anger.
Eliot takes a slow drag, smoke curling from his perfect lips as he pushes away from the railing. He doesn't answer immediately, just stalks toward you with predatory intent until there's nowhere left to retreat.
"Because," he murmurs, pinning you against the cold concrete wall with his body, one hand gripping your jaw while the other presses against your lower back, forcing you to feel every inch of his arousal through his expensive trousers, "I don't give a fuck about her."
His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"But you? You're mine. And I don't share what's mine."



