NOAH
I couldn't remember the last time Cassian Wolfe had treated me like a regular employee. I mean, yes, technically, on paper, I was his administrative assistant.
I pulled a salary from XUM, I managed his schedule, and I handled his files. But we hadn't been just boss and employee for months. We had been sleeping together for over half a year.
Just two weeks ago, I had practically dragged him to that loud, chaotic concert because I wanted to see him out of a suit. He had complained the whole time, looking entirely out of place, but he had stayed.
And afterward, when I was half-drunk and stumbling, he had driven me back to his villa, carried me inside, and bent me over his living room sofa until I couldn't remember my own name.
We had spent months falling into a routine that felt dangerously close to a marriage—a messy, secret, unnamed thing where he treated me like I belonged to him.
Cassian was never a subtle man when it came to his possessiveness.
