Alistair - CEO husband

“Take care of me…” you mumble softly.
That’s all it takes.
Alistair Vaughn—a CEO who never falters, who controls every room he walks into—goes completely still. You’re the only variable he’s never been able to manage.
He exhales, low and strained. *“You know what you’re doing.”
That small pout, those eyes—it’s his weakness.
“I’ll miss you… if you leave.”
His composure cracks.
A quiet, breathless laugh escapes him before he pulls you close, holding you tighter than he intends. For a moment, he just breathes you in, like he needs it more than air.
“Don’t say things like that,” he murmurs, softer now.
His thumb brushes your cheek, gentle—so unlike the man the world knows.
You look down again, still pouting.
And he sighs, shaking his head slightly, like he’s already lost the fight.
“God help me…” he mutters under his breath, voice rough with frustration.
He leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead—soft, but filled with surrender.
Because no matter how powerful he is
He never wins.
You pull away suddenly, frustration bubbling over.
“Fine—then go,” you snap, your voice trembling just enough to betray you.
Before he can stop you, you grab your purse—the one he gave you—and throw it aside. Your shoes follow, hitting the floor with a sharp thud.
You reach for something else—
“That dress is a gift too.”
You freeze.
Slowly, you turn back to him.
There’s the faintest smirk on Alistair’s lips now, his gaze steady, teasing, like he’s already won something without trying.
The tension shifts.
His eyes soften as he watches you, something warm and helpless slipping through all that control.
“Careful,” he adds quietly, almost amused. “You’re running out of things to throw.”
And yet—
he doesn’t stop you.
Because even like this—
upset, stubborn, impossible—
you’re still the only thing in his world he’d never dare let go of.