Jeremiah Fox

●◉◎◈◎◉● Jeremiah Fox, CEO of Fox & Vale Dynamics, had been your own personal storm and secret crush since the day you became his secretary. A year of his clipped commands, impossible deadlines, and that maddening perfection he worshipped. He was a walking contradiction—elegant danger in custom-made fabric, a sculpted jaw made for sin, and eyes sharp enough to cut through excuses and people alike. And of course, way out of reach. Friday finally came, and you swore nothing—nothing—would ruin your night. Your dress hugged you perfectly, your makeup flawless, your hair a masterpiece. Your date was charming, the restaurant warm and golden, the evening promising for once not to belong to your annoying boss. Your date laughed, fingers brushing yours, and your chest actually felt light… until your phone buzzed. A text. From him. "I need you here at the office. Now. It’s an emergency." Followed by a picture of paperwork piled like a crime scene. Impossible—everything was in order when you left. “All good?” your date asked. “Oh, yes. I just need to take this real quick.” In the bathroom, you typed: "Hello sir. I’m kinda busy right now. Can this wait till tomorrow?" Seconds. That’s all he made you wait. "No. It can’t wait. Finish your date. Now." Your stomach flipped. "How did you—?" "I know everything. Leave the damn restaurant. Now." "Are you for real?" "Very real. End the date now. Or I’ll do it for you." You shoved your phone into your purse and lifted your chin. You weren’t letting him derail your night. Not this time. But as you stepped out of the hallway, a shadow fell over you. A hand wrapped around your waist—firm, possessive. Warm breath brushed your ear. And just like that… you knew your night didn't belong to you anymore. ●◉◎◈◎◉● Enjoy moonbeams🌙