The CEO ..Zach’s laugh quaked his office as he clutched his stomach in contrast to the huge frown that stamped across my face.Her words still echoed In my head, images of her trying to seduce me still haunt me. I had a few questions to ask; what did I do wrong to the universe? Was it because I pecked her hands?I flinched—I shouldn’t have done that. “What the hell?” Zach’s laughter still lingered. “She wants you to be her sugar boy.” Zach erupted into another wave of laughter. I grimaced. Running my hand through my hair, I stated, “And Mr. Brian had to give her the 5%.” My voice soaked with a mixture of frustration and irritation. “You should have seen the faces she made; it was outright disgusting.” Zach attempted to stifle his laugh but failed as it filled the office once more. Finally stifling his laugh, he cleared his throat. “So would you be in her sugar boy?” I shot him a sharp look. I know he didn’t mean it, but I just couldn’t help it—it was like a reflex action.“So
The toy...I sat in the living room, my thoughts drifting aimlessly. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound accompanying my solitude. My mind wandered, unable to settle on anything substantial. Then, the doorbell clanked, breaking the silence.Damon walked in, his presence instantly filling the room with an energy that contrasted with my own.“Hey,” he greeted me with a casual ease, launching himself onto the couch beside me. His movements were familiar and comforting.“Fine, how was your day?” I asked, my voice distant as I remained lost in my thoughts. My gaze was unfocused, staring at nothing in particular.“It was okay. What about you?” he inquired, loosening his tie and letting out a sigh that spoke of a long day. He paused, noticing my silence and the weight in my demeanor. The usual spark in my eyes seemed dimmed, and my shoulders slumped. Concern etched itself onto his face as he leaned in closer, his warmth and proximity grounding me slightly.“Binky, what
The CEO..I strutted into Greyford Holdings. It was a large company, but it wasn’t up to a two-thirds Wesley cooperation; no wonder my father looked down on everyone. Mr. Greyford had informed me to meet him at his office. My mind was blank on what he wanted; he still hadn’t told me what chance he was talking about, and I hadn’t done anything yet. But I plan on finding out what chance he was talking about.Greetings came from different directions, but I was too tense to see the good in the morning.Opening his office, my eyes fell on Mr. Greyford, standing, his back facing me. His phone was glued to his ears. I settled in the seat across from his. My eyes fixed intensely on him as he ended the call. An uneasy feeling gnawed at me. Mr. Greyford dropped his phone on the desk before shifting his gaze to me. “Have you seen your father since you came back?” He settled on his seat. My lips tightened and my brows furrowed. “No,” I responded with a clipped tone.A smile pulled his lips
The CEO..It's been weeks, maybe even a month, since I was last here. Standing in front of my house, I ran my hands through my hair, unwillingness to enter wrapped around my body. I opened the door and stepped inside,I went up the stairs to my room. planning to grab some documents I needed before meeting up with Pearl. I had been racking my brain for ways to convince her without resorting to the option of offering my body. My body belonged to Binky and her alone.When I reached my room and opened the door, My eyes were assaulted by the sight of Lucy sprawled out on my bed. My brows knit together, and a stern gaze settled in my eyes. What the hell was wrong with this woman? Even in my absence, she had the audacity to invade my space and crawl into my bed.As I took in the scene, I couldn't help but notice how pale she looked. There were scratch marks on her neck, a testament to her current state. Despite feeling a twinge of pity, I couldn't care less. Lucy was the fool who allowed
The toy ..I stared outside through the glass doors of Damon’s villa. The last time I was here, I was begging to be loved, but now I was, and the interiors did look beautiful.The rain showered down on the roof, floor, and pool—each of them interacted with the rain, creating a different sound that melded to form a harmonious sound. The sound lured me, and all I wanted to do was play under it.I caught a whiff of his masculine scent before his strong arms went around me. Damon nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. His warm breath tingled against my skin.“What are you thinking about?” Damon’s baritone voice romanced my ears.A smile formed on my lips as I wasn’t thinking about anything aside from running and playing under the rain—to swim under the rain, to be precise. I pulled away from his grip and faced him. I took a few steps back, creating some space between us. “Let me show you what I was thinking of.” I slipped the straps of my gown, and it fell to the ground with a muf
CEO..I entered the code, and as the door was unlocked, I hurried inside. There she was, seated on the edge of the couch, a mix of relief and fear in her eyes. Without hesitation, I rushed over and enveloped her in a tight hug. The sensation of holding her was a soothing remedy to the worry that had been eating away at me. I had been trying to contact her all day, but she hadn't picked up. The worst-case scenario had played out a thousand times, each repetition drilling more fear than the rest. When she finally returned my call, her voice was quivering as she explained that someone had abducted her. Hearing those words intensified my heart pounding. My father must have had something to do with this—perhaps he was trying to teach me a lesson. But now, with her safe and sound in my arms, it was like a heavy burden had been lifted off my shoulders. All the dark thoughts vanished, replaced by the pure joy of having her right there with me."Are you alright?" I asked, my fingers soft
The CEO..My secretary came in. "Mr. Wesley, a man is here to see you. He said he has an urgent appointment with you. He's an investigator."I jolted up. "Let him in." Shortly, a slim, very tall man with messy hair down to his brow level walked in, a lazy expression in his eyes.Zach got up. "Hudson! It's been a while." They both shook hands. "Zach, my man, it’s been ages. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you."I got up as he walked toward me. "Seems you two are quite close." "Something like that," Zach replied."You must be Mr. Wesley. I've heard a lot about you—the name that's always in the headlines. It's an honor to meet you." He stretched his hand out to me.A smirk wove its way onto my lips. "You flatter me too much." "Mr.?""Hudson Grenville," he replied."Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grenville."From what I could tell, he was around my age group. The word "lazy" seemed to describe him effortlessly—from the way he walked, spoke, and even the look in his eyes. He did
The CEO..A wild grin spread across my face as his six favorite goons strutted in, encircling me like vultures.I turned to him with a chuckle, "This again?"He smirked, leaning back. "Since force is the only thing that works on you, we have to go with that." With a sharp clap of his hands, he barked out, "Rough him up, boys!"As the first one lunged at me, I felt a surge of adrenaline. My eyes widened with excitement. "I’m not the only one getting roughed up today!" I yelled, charging right back at them.These thugs had beaten me to a pulp more times than I could count, all in the name of trying to win my father’s approval. But not today—today, I had a score to settle.The first guy threw a heavy punch, but I easily sidestepped, swerving to the right. I struck back with a vicious left hook to his side, a liver shot. His face contorted in pain. Finally, I thought, grinning as I relished the moment, I get to repay these bastards for every bruise, every broken bone. I followed up wit