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Short Love Story: My Boss is My Secret Husband by Abrar Nayeem

By the time I slipped into the office, still clutching my half-full iced coffee, the day was already buzzing with the usual Monday chaos. Emails flooded my inbox, the office gossip was in full swing, and I had a deadline hanging over me like a storm cloud. But none of that compared to the biggest secret I carried with me—my boss, the CEO of Blake & Co., was not just my boss. He was my husband.


No one knew. Not my colleagues, not even our closest friends. Ryan Blake was a brilliant, charming man, capable of inspiring confidence in everyone he met. In the office, he was the perfect leader—decisive, driven, and always professional. At home, though, he was soft and tender, the kind of man who brought me coffee in bed and slow-danced with me in the kitchen. But that part of him was just for me. 


We had met long before either of us worked at Blake & Co., back when we were just two people madly in love, navigating the ups and downs of life together. The decision to keep our marriage secret wasn’t an easy one, but when Ryan got the opportunity to become CEO, we knew how complicated it could get. We agreed to keep things professional at work, though that didn’t make the moments when our eyes met across the boardroom table any less charged with unspoken longing.


Today, however, something felt different. Ryan had been unusually distant, his text messages more curt than usual. He breezed past my desk without even a glance in my direction, and I had to bite my lip to keep from frowning. Maybe it was just a busy day for him, but there was an unsettling weight to the silence.


By lunch, I couldn’t take it anymore. I slipped into his office, the door clicking shut behind me. Ryan didn’t look up from his laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration.


“Ryan,” I said softly, leaning against the door. “Are we okay?”


His fingers paused on the keyboard, and he let out a long breath before meeting my gaze. “It’s not us,” he said. “I’ve just got a lot on my plate.”


I stepped closer, feeling the warmth between us spark to life like it always did. “You can talk to me, you know,” I said, offering a small smile. “Not just as your assistant, but as your wife.”


Ryan’s face softened, and in that instant, I could see the tension drain from his shoulders. He stood up and crossed the room, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into the familiar, comforting space of his embrace. 


“I’m sorry,” he whispered into my hair. “I didn’t mean to shut you out.”


I held onto him, my worries easing. “We’re in this together. Don’t forget that.”


Ryan kissed the top of my head, lingering a little longer than necessary. “You’re right. I just hate keeping this secret sometimes.”


“I know,” I admitted, resting my cheek against his chest. “But we’ll get through it.”


Just then, the intercom crackled to life, interrupting our moment. “Mr. Blake, you have a meeting with the board in five minutes.”


Ryan sighed, stepping back but not letting go of my hand. “Later tonight?”


“Always,” I replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before slipping out of his office, my heart racing.


As I returned to my desk, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. The secrecy, the stolen moments, the way my heart fluttered every time I caught Ryan’s eye across the office—it was risky, but it was worth it.


No one knew that the man behind the powerful CEO facade was my husband. And no one needed to know, at least not yet. This was our secret, one we cherished and protected. Because the truth was, I loved every part of him—the boss, the husband, and the man who made my heart race like it was the first time, every time.


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