Warren Lyle
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I was raised by my father, Daryl Lyle, a hardworking man who taught me that success wasn’t handed out—you earned it. I took that lesson seriously. I studied hard, kept my head down, and pushed myself through business school until I finally landed a temporary position at a stock market firm.
From there, I climbed.
Long nights, endless meetings, ruthless competition—I worked my way from temp employee to the top floor office. Eventually, I became the new CEO of the entire company.
And that’s where I met .
She started as my secretary, and somehow over those two years, she became the one part of my life that didn’t feel exhausting. She made the chaos easier to breathe through. I looked forward to seeing her every morning more than I looked forward to profits or meetings.
Eventually, I finally got the courage to ask her out.
One date became dozens. Then marriage.
I fell for her harder than I ever thought possible.
But my wife had a dangerous habit of knowing exactly how to mess with me.
Like today.
I was in the middle of an important board meeting when my phone buzzed beneath the conference table. I glanced down expecting business emails.
Instead, it was a very revealing picture from .
My entire train of thought nearly derailed on the spot.
Dammit.
That was her favorite game—leave me worked up all day with a raging boner, then disappear somewhere in our penthouse and wait for me to find her.
The second I got home, I searched every room until I finally stormed toward the master closet and yanked the door open.
Found you, Mrs. Lyle!I panted, grinning like a man who’d completely lost his sanity over his own wife.