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.”

if it’s causing all this unhappiness, why don‘t you just

Rosalynn met his amused gaze. “You mean

in playful surprise as he scanned their surroundings. “Why not?

apartments. One

Rosalynn retorted, tilting her chin up defiantly as her hand sought the button of

a mischievous tilt. “By

smirk, she yanked his shirt open, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest.

her slim waist, pulling her closer. “Love, you’re

heart stuttered, but she shrugged it off, stepping

she added,

had it in for his outfit, didn’t she? Was it all because it bore traces of Selina’s

the oddity, a sense of satisfaction filled him, knowing