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Stripping the CEO Unprofessional Tensions
Clara left her office five minutes after sending out the message for an urgent meeting with her team, having taken enough time to gather the reports they had received from their marketing team and put them in a folder. But those five minutes had the assistants already seated and waiting for her.They rose when she came in as they had now been doing for three months, acknowledging her with fearful faces."Good day." She took the seat at the centre, and Jessica whom she had demoted to the position of an intern came forward to boot the laptop and connect it to the projector.In the next three minutes they were all waiting with their pens, their eyes fixated on hers.Clara took in a deep breath, and fired instructions to the system. "Mr. Quinn requested for a statistical evaluation of our sales in Europe before five o'clock today. So let's begin."They stared at her for seconds, shock and confusion written into their eyes befo
Stripping the CEO Charming Him
It was almost midnight and Clara lay in her bed unable to sleep.What did that brief contact mean? Was Andre staging another of his manipulation games? Why had she reacted to it so much? Why did he affect her even though she knew he was bad news? Why was she awake thinking of him when she had to be up in less than six hours to prepare for work?She rested her head against the headboard, pulling the duvet over her body. She needed to get rid of these... feelings or whatever they were before they started to eat into her slowly. For the first time, she wished she were attracted to Leon because he would have been the best distraction from what was going on inside her.A wave of guilt surged within her as she imagined using Leon as a mere distraction. No one deserved to be used in that way even if it were limited to her thoughts.But she had made another physical contact with Andre and all it had done had been to remind her of that time at the stri
Stripping the CEO Another Hit
She woke up with a start, her first observation being that she was in a familiar environment which was yet so strange to what she was accustomed to.It took a whole minute for her brain to register the last place she had been awake, and another for her to realise that this was Leon Laurent's Queen's hotel suite. An artistic portrait of him on the wall gave it away.How the fuck had she made it there? She had been with him on her way to work when he had started commending the buildings and roads and the landscapes. His voice had been a raspy melody, luring that exhaustion in her to the tempting banquet of sleep. And she had answered the call, imagining of course that she would only sleep for a while and wake up when he got to the company.The scenario she hadn't conjured was where she had woken up in his bed, his duvet placed over her, her purse and jacket hanging by the wall.She felt a little weak but well rested, and forced herself to
Stripping the CEO Unromantic Invitations
There was no need wondering how exactly she had slept for eight hours; she had literally passed out after tossing restlessly in bed the night before. Albeit she knew it was useless coming to work anyway, Clara hated to think of Mr. Quinn imagining she was slacking off or worse still, unprofessionally going after the client she had been placed in charge of.Well, if she were to be sincere with herself, the reason she banged her head softly against the elevator wall had little to do with what he would think of her on professional levels. It had everything to do with the moment they had shared.Shit. What was she doing seeing it as a moment? Had she learnt nothing from dealing with Andre Quinn or was she simply into masochism without being aware of it?Clara straightened as the doors opened, and stepped out making her way towards Andre's office."Good afternoon, Ms. Lynn.""Good day, ma'am."Two young men who could pass more a
Stripping the CEO Dining with the CEO
There were no candlelights and live violin players who accompanied the waiters and waitresses bearing diamonds and Cinderella's missing shoes.It was far from romantic, yet it was exquisite and magnificent, more unique than any other five-star Italian restaurant she had been in. There was music alright, but the mood and choice of elegant private setting spoke more of seduction without promises. Quinn Andre was quite meticulous in everything, she admitted again to herself as she observed the restaurant.He had probably planned to cup a feel of his date during the meal and perhaps fuck her afterwards. Considering the kind of privacy the room they were in accorded, he would have possibly done it in the room.But he didn't seem bothered by being here with her instead, and she imagined it was because he could make it up with any other person he wanted. Andre didn't seem like the type who gave women any illusion about loving them or wanting to spend the re
Stripping the CEO Luca
"She has to shoot a series here in New York?" Andre was mortified, evident in his voice which had ridden a pitch higher.Luca nodded, his eyes nothing short of seriousness. There were years of pent up frustration in his client's attitude which had driven him to pay Luca thrice what other private investigators received. The consequence was that he had to be at Andre's beck and call whenever he needed him irrespective of the time. Like now, it was almost ten o'clock on Tuesday night and here he was, in a VIP room of a club with Andre.The receptionist had given them a sly look when they had walked in, as though they were a couple or something. It didn't help that Luca was a fine specimen; exuding masculine charisma which complemented his pretty face."Who is sponsoring the movie?" Andre asked again, flipping through pages of the paper Luca had printed out which contained information on Marie Claire, the woman Andre had been tracking obsessively for years. When it
Stripping the CEO Wrong Choice of Atonement
Of all the varying emotions she had for Leon, guilt sure took precedence, making itself comfortable in her head for days and haunting her till she found herself driving to his house on Thursday after work. Well, the option of texting and calling had been there, but she had run out of all those after she had texted him the very next day after she had said those words to him. But he hadn't replied or acknowledged her apology. He had refused to pick her calls as well, and had she not overheard Andre discussing with him over the phone, she would have had cause for alarm. Although he made decisions recklessly, he hadn't deserved the hurtful words he had heard from her. She was going to apologise till he accepted it, only that way could she sleep without conjuring the image of his sad eyes. Clara parked in the lot and grabbed her purse, making her way into the elevator. It brought memories of the first time she had visited after punching Leon, h
Stripping the CEO Secret Seduction
Clara didn't know which she would have preferred, but having to follow Leon to Andre's table to exchange pleasantries had been a hassle. Especially because she got to see the young female CEO in person and confirm bitterly that Ariadne Page exuded more feminine sensuality in real life than what she had seen on the covers of magazines. She had a tanned skin which matched Andre's skin tone, and she wore her lipstick as bold as her personality and choice of revealing evening dress. She found herself comparing the black office suit she had worn to Ariadne's red dress with a low cut neck which exposed the luscious flesh of her generous cleavage. She suddenly felt too skinny and petite and her outfit failed to suit the occasion. Who came to a fancy dinner looking that official anyway? It hadn't helped when Ariadne had acknowledged her. "Oh, Clara Lynn? Andre, you didn't tell me your assistant is this beautiful." Next she had smiled and complimented Clara's hair and shoes, making her feel
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Stripping the CEO Epilogue: Ethereal
With each step Clara took towards the doors, she wished there wouldn't be any more surprises because her heart had taken too much of it. Yet as she stepped into the private room which catered to private performances for VIP members, she knew that her wish wouldn't be fulfilled and her heart might just find a way to keep from exploding. It was the room where she had reconciled Adonis with Andre, the foundation of the secret relationship she had started with her boss, boyfriend, and business partner. Including a hell of everything else he was to her. Yet everything from the arrangement to illumination wasn't the same, nor was the mood set by the soft music which blared through the speakers. '...'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections...' John Legend's 'All of Me' had never sounded more emotional, that beautiful voice invoking to her mind memories of the man she had fallen in love with, who stood in the middl
Stripping the CEO Epilogue: Déjà vu
Fuck, her palms joined together of their volition even before she registered that she was clapping, a tear forming in her eyes as the lights went off again. She wasn't even aware of the masked female concierge who came into the room till she perceived an enchanting feminine cologne and darted her eyes towards the direction of the third party. She and the mood she had been cast into already occupied the seats of the first two parties. "Good evening, ma'am. I'll be serving you tonight." She bore a tray of glass and a bottle of wine in the other hand. "A glass please." Clara muttered, suddenly aware of how patched her throat had become with dryness. A cold flute was soon in her hand, and she perceived the unique aroma before bringing it to her lips. It tasted sweetly sinful and smelt like soft sensuality although the alcohol level was only a background complement. Clara's eyes immediately went to the wine bottle with amazement clouding them; it bore an Italian name she couldn't
Stripping the CEO Epilogue: Masterpiece
'I want your body on mine, forever.' A whisper, an imploration, a fucking vow. *** The theme tonight was ethereal. When the car halted in front of the X-Clusive and the chauffeur opened her side of the door, Clara Lynn stared at the tall building which now served as headquarters for another branch in Las Vegas as her Christian Louboutin rhinestone heels stepped on the floors. "Thanks, Will." She muttered to the chauffeur who replied in a similar polite fashion and shut the door, stepping into side with her. Some things like Andre's security following her around hadn't changed over the past one year, especially since their relationship had become public knowledge. But rather than the team who announced the presence of paranoia and made her friends uneasy at events, the slightly older man who doubled as a chauffeur escorted her to public functions. Once the gossip magazines had taken it upon themselves to get pictures of the hunky man opening doors for her, with captions which s
Stripping the CEO Sailed Ship...Yatch
"This is impressive, Clara. I must admit, it's better than I imagined. We're definitely onboard." Literally, they had been onshore for more than four hours because Mr. Holmes apparently included her in her vacation plans for the day, and though she had kept glancing at her watch for the first thirty minutes, Clara hadn't been able to deny that the man did know how to enjoy himself. An ex workaholic in the business world who had decided to take a break as he was fast approaching forty, Holmes was looking for lucrative businesses to invest in so he could enjoy his rest while making money as well. It was a solid plan, and for the first three hours, Clara listened with interest as he talked about his plans for the future and even found herself laughing when he made a joke about wishing to get married to a smart woman who could match his ideas. Like her. A statement which she took care to laugh unnecessarily loudly to, just before making her own joke about already being engaged.
Stripping the CEO Onboard
Andre Quinn was exhausted a few minutes after four in the evening when the hostess who served him another cup of herbal tea announced that they had arrived New York. It was the quickest journey he'd ever made to and fro his hometown, and that was a considerate setting of new record because he had never felt comfortable in the empty expansive mansion since his mother left. His mother. He was still coming to terms with how everything had unfolded, and was getting used to the idea of not mentally referring to Marie as 'the bitch' as he'd done for more than two decades. Even before he was legal enough to think the 'b' word. But giving himself a mental break over the past month had cleansed his spirits to a large extent. Apart from spending more time with his girlfriend and going on a drive with her sometimes in the evening, he had also mustered the courage to place a call to Thailand twice. And even when he'd heard Viscount's voice in the background on one of the occasions, he
Stripping the CEO A Team
Within twenty-four hours, Clara had succeeded in making headlines in office group chats which almost equated Andre Quinn's in international gossip magazines. Virtually every fucking person, including her subordinates turned to CCTV cameras and historians who documented her every move so as to analyse them later. And because her boyfriend thrived on being so damn generous it hurt, he rode the elevator down to her floor during lunch break and walked into her office amdist the obvious scrutinising eyes and fingers waiting for crumbs of information about them. He fed it to them; hot cake and ice cream to wagging tongues, and even offered them a dessert by staying in her office for thirty minutes after instructing her shocked assistant to hold her calls. And in the sweetness of his endless generosity, he gave them a ticket to their next meal when he finally came out of her office with his hand gently grazing her back, his eyes concentrated on hers as she told him about the meeting s
Stripping the CEO Scandalous
"Thanks, babe." *** Clara Lynn was a myriad of forest greenness. Vibrant and arrestingly charming in an army green suit whose skirt was designed to accommodate a slit that currently rode up to her thighs, she revealed an ample amount of eye-catching skin which glowed in creaminess beneath dark panty hose. Adorned with tiny jewelry of nephrite which complemented her skin as perfectly as the bright rays of the sun currently streaming through the open blinds, she had elegance and opulence revolving around her even before she began the meeting. And in addition to her silver blonde hair styled in tiny curls with waterfall braids to create a delicate look which complemented her glass make-up perfectly, she naturally drew attention to herself. However, irrespective of the awareness that she was captivating, Clara didn't make the mistake of being arrogant enough to think she owed it all to her physical appearance. Because over the last twenty-four hours, she had been placed at the cen
Stripping the CEO Game Over
Andre understood what he hadn't said, and stared at the brown envelope with emptiness in his eyes and heart. He... Just needed a rest, a vacation. Marie cleared her throat as Viscount checked the time by the wall clock. Interesting, only twenty-five minutes had passed and twenty-five years worth of anger had been poured out within that short duration of time. "I... I didn't come with Anthony today to mock you, I'm sorry that I'm by his side despite the enmity between you two. I... I will end it with him if our union affects you. You're the most important person to me, baby..." "Becky?" Tony seemed genuinely betrayed and stunned and sad at the same time. Andre didn't know how to feel about any of it. Too many things had happened and his mind could only absorb little at a time. He couldn't give them his blessing because it wasn't in his place and watching his mother with a man who had been like an older brother to him wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes. She was at least eleven y
Stripping the CEO Poker Game
"Dre..." Marie had started crying, quiet sobs spreading through the quiet room, her lean fingers pressed against her lips to stiffen the cries. But Andre didn't let that deter his continuation of that unpracticed speech. "Why don't you go ahead and pick the one you're the most beautiful in. Oh, you wouldn't know if you don't watch it. Should I play one for you...?" That was the point where Viscount's control snapped, and he stood with a force which made Clara's eyes dizzy for a second from watching him. "You fucking sleazy bastard! You are not in a position to cast judgement on her when you don't have a freaking idea what she's been through. Vengeance? Punishment? I should be the one casting it on you and your bastard of a dad for taking the company. My father fucking killed himself because of the way he was cast out!" "What? My father and I took the company? Remind me the number of times I contacted you after you started giving me the cold shoulder, asking what had gone wrong.
