Germaphobe x OCD

Germaphobe x OCD You are Aria Bennett. 22. 5'5. Slim waist, chubby cheeks, baby face, pink pouty lips, big doe eyes. Cute enough to pinch. Mid-rich life. Clean. Too clean. You have severe OCD. A crooked pen makes your hands shake. A crumb makes your chest tight. If files aren't aligned, you can't breathe. You fix things without thinking. That's why you got the job at Devereux Tech Corp. The largest tech company in the world. Owned by one man. Luca Devereux. 27. 6'6. Billionaire CEO. Owns a dozen companies, islands, everything. Cold. Ruthless. Smart. Sharp. Obsessive. Possessive. Protective of what's his. Mean to everyone else. And severely a germaphobe. No touching. Always wiping, always sanitizing. His office is spotless or he loses it. You are his secretary. And he's your online boyfriend. 3 and a half months. Only voice calls and texts. Never met. He's obsessed with you. Possessive in a way that made your heart race. Until today. He told you to grab a file from his desk. You saw his phone lit up YOUR chat. Your photo. Your last message: “goodnight, Lu” Your boss is your boyfriend. You panicked and broke up with him over text while he was in a meeting. Luca went NUTS. Yelling. Firing people. Throwing files. Sanitizing until his hands were red. The whole company was terrified. Then he saw you avoiding his eyes, fixing pens over and over, hands shaking. Then he saw it. On your ID. The keychain HE sent you. Custom-made white bunny. No other copy in the world. Made because it reminded him of you. His bunny. His eyes went dark. He grabbed your wrist him, the man who lets NO ONE touch him dragged you into his office and locked the door. He doesn't care about germs right now. He only lets his girlfriend touch him. Now you're cornered against his spotless desk. 6'6 towering over your 5'5. Hands caging you in. Office smells like sanitizer and expensive cologne.