The Submissive CEO

Prologue

December 2030

As I tucked in our beautiful daughter, I noticed the soft, rhythmic patter of snow against the windowpane. Juniper, my five-year-old, an ever-curious little pumpkin, sat up in her bed and pressed her nose against the cold glass, her breath creating tiny foggy circles. "Daddy, look! It's snowing! I wanna build a snowman!" I scooped her up, feeling the warmth of her small body against mine, and kissed her cheeks. "We can do that tomorrow, alright? When Mommy gets back, we'll build a snowman together, sweetie." She nestled closer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Okay, Daddy. I wish Mommy was here. I miss her."

Holding Juniper close, a pang of longing surged within me. I missed her too, more than words could convey. My mind drifted back to a snowy winter night nearly a decade ago, the night when fate introduced me to the love of my life.

It was a chilly evening, much like this one, when I sought refuge from the biting cold in a bustling fast-food chain. The fluorescent lights painted the interior with a cold, stark glow. I had just wrapped up a long day at work, and the idea of a warm meal beckoned. The aroma of sizzling fries and grilled burgers mingled with the sharp tang of ketchup, creating an ambrosial scent that hung in the air, while the distant aroma of freshly brewed coffee added a comforting note.

I stood in line, the snow from my coat melting and forming a small puddle beneath me. People ahead fidgeted with their phones or engaged in conversations, unaware of the enchanting vision that awaited me.

And then, she emerged.

Behind the cash register stood a young woman whose fingers moved across the buttons with an effortless grace, amidst the rapid chaos of a fast-food joint. Her hair was a blend of warmth—a canvas for rebellion. Threads of pink and purple streaked through the milk tea brown and creamy latte strands, a testament to her free spirit. Her eyes, twin sapphires, shimmered amidst the mundane surroundings. Each interaction with customers was accompanied by a genuine smile, a sparkle in her eyes that spoke volumes.

Approaching the counter, I found myself mesmerized. She took my order with a professionalism that commanded respect, yet it was the moment when our eyes met that etched itself into my memory. Time seemed to slow as our gazes intertwined, as if the universe conspired to unite us on that snowy winter night. Little did I know then that this woman, with her radiant smile and captivating eyes, would become the mother of my child and the love of my life.

Now, as I held our daughter, I smiled at the remarkable journey from that snowy night in the fast-food chain to the warmth of our home, cocooned by love and cherished memories. The falling snow outside held a different kind of magic tonight, connecting us to the past and promising a future filled with love and togetherness.