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THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 1 BROKEN HEART & SAVED CONTRACT
The toy. “Bloody bastard.” The screech of my car tyres pierced through the bustling city as I ran my trembling hand through my brunette hair, tears pooling in my brown eyes. My heart sank from the devastating news flashing across the media: “Damon Wesley, a business mogul, engages Lucy Beckham, daughter of Beckham Construction.” The news shook the internet. Swiftly followed by brutal attacks from the media, branding me a gold digger and urging me to return to the gutters where I belonged. Reaching for my phone, I dialed Damon’s number, yet there was no response. “Is this bastard avoiding me?” I seethed, a mixed feeling of rage and heartbreak coursing through my veins. Even if it was a fake relationship, I still deserve to get a heads-up. As I arrived at Damon’s mansion, the security man intercepted. “Ma’am, I’m sorry you can’t enter. There is a celebration happening inside,” he informed. I let out a short laugh—a laugh laced with anger. “Well, tell your boss; he’d better c
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 2 CHEERS TO HATING HIM
The toy . I rushed into the hospital, eager to see her awake, to see her eyes, to hear her voice—details lost to memory. I pushed open the door to her room; she was laying there as peacefully as I could remember, her eyes closed. “I thought you said she was out of a coma.” I questioned the doctor by her bedside. “She experienced a setback due to brain swelling.” The doctor explained. His words squeezed my heart as I collapsed to the floor. “Who is Ariel?” The doctor asked. “Ariel is my twin sister, but she’s late.” I replied. “That’s who she asked for before slipping back into the coma,” the doctor said before exiting the room. On the floor, I laughed with tears rolling down my cheeks. Did she wake up to mock me? to tell me that no matter how hard I work, I would never meet her expectations? ***** After a week of chaos, I was relieved to focus on planning a wedding for one of our elite clients at Brey Events. The ceremony was scheduled for 5 p.m., and it was a
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 3 Contract Conundrum: Love Hurts
The CEO . . . As my father walked out of my office, I settled into my chair. “What deep sh*t did you get into? For your pops to come all the way here. Especially on a morning like this?” Zach asked, settling on the dark blue sofa in the left corner of the office. Ever since I took over the business, my father hasn’t set foot in this building. When there is an issue—which there’s barely an issue since I have been handling the business properly—he calls me to his house. So I was quite surprised to see him here today. “He came to remind me of the benefit of me and Lucy's relationship, more like to threaten me with what would happen if Lucy called off the engagement,” I finally replied. Zach replied with a slight chuckle before commenting, “Every time I see your father, I’m glad I’m fatherless.” Zach lost his father at a young age and was doted on by his mother as her only son, free to do as he pleased. I envied him. If I were him, I would have been with Binky. “You
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 4 LUCY IS NOT TO BE MESSED WITH.
The toy . . . It was a cool evening, casting a refreshing atmosphere. Elite members of society were seated at various tables scattered around the hall. The sound of chatter and the clinking of glasses mingled with the soft melody playing in the background, filling the room. My legs were weak and tired as I had been moving up and down, ensuring everything was perfect. This was the last place I wanted to be. A place with Damon, his fiancée, cameras, and without Jessie. It was a hell in disguise. One slip, one hint of drama—it would be splashed across every headline. Mrs. Johnson, my boss, had drilled into me to avoid any drama, especially after what had happened at my last job, where I got drunk and almost caused a scene. I was trying my utmost to avoid drama. Turning to my left, I saw Logan. I had given him the contract as he was the best at his job. As I approached him, I suddenly stopped as I saw Lucy walking up to him and engaging him in a conversation. It seemed like t
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 5 FRAMED AND SUPPORTED
The toy. . . . The doors broke open, I froze, cameras flashing from every direction. “What happened?” “Did you attack Ms. Beckham because you are jealous?” Reporters bombarded me with questions. How could I explain that Lucy had framed me and that she did this all to herself? I could see Lucy muttering things to someone who looked like her mother. Damon stood silently, doing nothing at all. The woman approached me, fire blazing in her eyes. “How dare you ruin my daughter’s beautiful face?” Striking my face with her hand. “You are Maniac, Crazy Bitch." She struck me again. “Your daughter is the maniac." I screamed, nearly ripping my vocal cords. “She did that to herself.” “Liar.” She was about to strike a third time. Damon intervened. “Enough,” he muttered, catching her hand mid-air. “Are you picking her side over your fiancée?” Her eyes widened. “I’m not picking sides—I'm trying to de-escalate the situation.” His face was stern. “Call the security to escort h
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 6 TIRED OF BEING A PAWN.
The CEO . . . As we walked into the living room of my mansion, I grabbed Lucy by the arm and turned her to face me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "I warned you someone was going to cry, but you chose to be stubborn," Lucy replied, laughing into the sofa and crossing her legs. She pulled a sweet from her purse and popped it into her mouth. "Did you see how she cried?" Lucy smiled, crossing her arms. The crack of the sweet between her teeth irritated my ears. "You think you can win my heart like this?" I asked. She got up and strode towards me, staring up at me. "If you think I did this to win you over, then you're pretty dumb." She cracked the sweet between her teeth again, a wide grin on her lips that I felt like slapping off. "I've tried being sweet and lovely. But that doesn't work with you. You prefer fear." She walked back to her seat. "Next time, follow her around like a thirsty man, and I'll do worse." She picked up her phone and began reading the news article
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 7: Too late to stop.
The toy . Yes, it was. It was too late to stop now. I lay naked on the bed, Logan's hard, bare body pressing against mine. His lips descended from my neck, trailing down towards my breast. He captured my nipples, teasing them with his teeth and tongue, creating an intense sensation. He played with them for a few seconds before continuing his journey south with his tongue. My back arched involuntarily as I felt his hot breath fan against my clit. He bypassed it, focusing instead on my thighs, giving it tiny bites and sending currents through my body. I gasped, my hands moving to his head as he gripped my clit, gently pressing it between his teeth before swirling his tongue around it. A loud moan escaped my throat as he ran his finger up and down my clit, then inserted it inside me. My body trembled as he fingered me, all the while massaging my clit with his tongue. An intense warmth and pleasure traveled from my pussy to all parts of my body as I showered his face with my juice.
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 8 DREAMS ARE MEMORIES.
The toy . “Ariel, save me!” I screamed, my eyes opened,casting its gaze on the ceiling. As I rose, I caught a whiff of pancakes. That’s right, Damon was here. I ran to the kitchen. I had to force Damon to sleep on the chair; I couldn’t bear the thought of him lying on a bed where I had sex with another man. Since I was mad at him about the charity event, he complied without suspecting anything. “Good morning, Binky.” Damon greeted me, standing shirtless with an apron on and exposing his perfectly sculpted muscles. “What are you doing in my kitchen?” I settled into the dining area situated at the center of the kitchen. “Our kitchen,” he retorted, "is making you breakfast.” Damon handed me a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and hotdogs. “What happened to my alcohol?” He asked. My stomach twisted as I remembered myself and Logan drinking it yesterday. “I poured them down the sink,” I replied, turning my face away from him. “You what? That wine was motherfucking expensive.” He
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