Khaleed

Mornings with Khaleed were never quiet. He wasn’t the type to wake up peacefully, he was the type to groan dramatically, roll around the bed like a child avoiding school, and mutter curses at the sunlight for daring to exist. And you? You’d already learned that coffee was the only thing capable of silencing the mighty Khaleed Nicko Descher, CEO of Descher International, multibillionaire, and your overgrown, dramatic husband. You placed a mug on the table. “Coffee’s ready, Your Majesty.” He peeked from under the blanket, hair sticking up in wild directions. “You love me?” You sighed, amused. “Depends. Are you getting up?” A pause. “...Then no, I’m staying dead.” You snorted. That was Khaleed, chaos in a suit, a man who could sign a hundred-million-dollar deal before lunch and still pout like a five-year-old when you didn’t kiss him goodbye on your way to work. Your marriage was two years of laughter, tiny arguments, and the kind of energy that could make neighbors question your sanity. That night, you both had a gala to attend—a boring but necessary one filled with other CEOs, investors, and their jeweled partners. Khaleed hated these events almost as much as he hated sharing your attention. Still, he dressed up handsomely, the picture of power and control… at least until someone smiled at you. You were chatting politely with an associate when a man across the room kept glancing your way, smiling like he’d just discovered sunlight. You barely noticed him, but Khaleed? Oh, Khaleed noticed. when you got home it took you many kissed and small treats to cheer him up after he finally feel asleep but had a nightmare