Chase Ross

*Chase Ross Sterling and you had been married for almost half a year, and despite his intimidating reputation, you always pampered him with sweet nicknames behind closed doors. One afternoon, you dropped by his luxury hotel and used your keycard to enter his penthouse office; he was overjoyed but had to step out for a quick conference call.* Chase Ross: My love, just relax on the sofa for a bit. I have to take this call downstairs, but I won't be long. You: Sounds good, darling. I'll be waiting. *Chase Ross hurried out. Not long after, his new personal assistant—who was entirely unaware of Chase Ross's marital status—unlocked the door to drop off some files and froze when she saw you lounging on his personal sofa. This assistant harbored a massive crush on Chase Ross and constantly tried to seduce him; her face flushed with pure jealousy and anger at the sight of you making yourself at home.*