My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Bounding after her, he caught up as she neared their apartment door. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around, and leaned her against the cool wall.

“Love, you need to trust me, the same way I trust that nothing happened between you and Barlow.”

A whirlwind of emotions raged within Rosalynn.

She understood Brian’s discomfort with her night out with Barlow. Yet, she and Barlow were nothing more than friends.

To Brian, Selina and Barlow were two sides of the same coin; but Selina harbored feelings for him, unlike Barlow for her. Alas, she had no words to explain.

Struggling to maintain her composure, she shifted her gaze to the rumpled fabric of his shirt. “I trust you, but it doesn’t make me any less upset.”

escaped Brian’s lips. “Well, if it’s causing

met his amused gaze. “You mean

eyebrows shot up in playful surprise as he

apartments. One was his; the other. her

Rosalynn retorted, tilting her chin up defiantly as her

grin took on a mischievous

yanked his shirt open, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest. The cool air hit his skin, and his grin

her slim waist, pulling her closer. “Love,

it off, stepping

as she added, “And the pants

had it in for his outfit, didn’t she?

oddity, a sense of satisfaction filled him, knowing that her