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 articles. "The gold digger finally loses it... Lucy Beckham was attacked by Damon Wesley’s toy. I guess she couldn't handle going back to poverty." She giggled. "News travels fast. It happened tonight, and it's already everywhere." "Stop it!" I yelled, my muscles quivering. "Oh, look at this comment—'She’s a very disgraceful woman, fighting over a man who doesn’t want her.'” She laughed again, slapping her palms on her knees. “And this one—'Never knew she’s a psychopath. She should be locked up in a hospital.'” Lucy gasped as I snatched her phone and slammed it to the floor, repeatedly stomping on it. “What, you can’t stand seeing your Binky being ridiculed?” She jerked up and jeered at me. Her eyes widened as I gripped her arms, pinning them to her body. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction she was looking for. She had to pay for what she did to my Binky. "The only disgraceful woman here is you—fighting over a man who will never love you. The psychopath who should be locked up is you." The satisfaction in her eyes was replaced with shame. "Every nasty comment you read—they were all describing you." I smiled at her. She slapped my face. I caught her hand as she tried to hit me again. "Fear, you say?" I scoffed at her words. "You think you can control me with fear? Well, let's see how you do that." Lucy stood there without uttering a word as I stormed up to my room. I hurled some clothes into my luggage. I wasn't planning on spending the night with the devil's spawn. I wondered how Binky was feeling. She already hated me, and now this. I felt so ashamed that I couldn’t even protect her. I carried my luggage and strode downstairs. "Where do you think you're going?" Lucy asked, gripping my bag’s handle. "You're going to meet her, right?" Her voice was strained. "You’ve hurt my Binky. She needs someone to console her," I replied, pulling her hands off my luggage. "Damon!" she screamed my name maniacally. "One step out the door, and I’ll send reporters to her house. You’ll be all over the news as a cheating partner." Dropping my luggage, I turned back. A victorious look gleamed in her eyes. "While you're at it, I'll tell them what really happened. I even have a video to prove my claim." I smiled. "I took care of the cameras," she stated, her voice tinged with doubt. "Did you? After all, you warned me. I had to take precautions." Her eyes flashed with terror as she bought into my lie. I picked up my bag and walked out the door. . . I slipped into my car and drove off as soon as the security guard opened the gate. A few kilometres from my house, I pulled over. Reaching for my phone, I dialed Zach's number. “Today has been hell for you,” Zach laughed as he picked up. “You have no idea,” I replied, running a hand through my hair. “I never knew your Binky was that crazy,” Zach said, making me flinch. “Binky didn’t attack Lucy. Lucy orchestrated everything. I think she attacked herself.” “Wait, what? Lucy attacked herself?” Zach said, giggling. I wondered what he found so amusing. “She had to. Binky wouldn’t do that. Lucy warned me she was going to do something stupid, but I thought it was just empty threats.” I sighed heavily. “Wow!” Zach was still laughing. “You find this funny?” I asked, furrowing my brows. "Sorry, man, but you have the worst luck. Imagine having William Wesley as a father, and as if that’s not enough, a psycho for a wife,” he remarked. “With the way things are going, you might not even have to fake your death.” His laugh was deafening. I couldn’t help but smile at his comment. Although it was a joke, he was right. If things kept going like this, I might die before my father. “Please, help me deal with the media. Do it in a way that won’t be traced back to us,” I said. “Sure. But you have to deal with your father and Lucy,” Zach advised before ending the call. . . Starting my car, I drove off, my mind racing with thoughts on how to beg my Binky for forgiveness. I couldn’t protect her from the public embarrassment, and I wondered how she was coping. As I approached our apartment, I imagined her crying her eyes out, or maybe drinking—a new habit she had developed. I blamed myself for pushing her into alcohol. I stopped at the gate, about to step out, when my phone rang. Mr. Wesley's name flashed on the screen. My heart tightened as I answered the call. “My house now,” his wicked voice commanded. I stared at the apartment, torn between checking on her and obeying my father. Deciding it was best to deal with my father first and get this weight off my chest, I drove off. . . As I approached the door of my father’s house, the air grew thicker, choking me. I hated the house—hated every memory that came with it. Opening the door, I walked in, my heart beating in places it shouldn’t as I saw the three of them: my father, Mrs. Beckham, and the Devil’s spawn—Lucy, sitting in the living room. “Sit down,” my father gestured, and I obeyed. “How many times do I have to remind you of the importance of this union?” my father questioned, his voice calm yet terrifying. I uttered no word, sitting there like a coward. “Daddy, he didn’t even protect me during the interview,” Lucy stated, shedding fake tears. I cringed at her dramatics. “I watched the interview,” my father notified me. “A girl embarrassed your fiancée, and all you could say was ‘No comment.’” His voice was still calm. “Are you still in love with that trash?” He scoffed. “Do you think you’ll end up with that garbage that has nothing to offer? Not while I’m alive. You must be very stupid to think you will marry for love. Besides, look at Lucy, a beautiful, intelligent daughter of a well-to-do family. Yet you chose to fall in love with that creature from the gutter.” I tightened my fists as he continued his torturous rants, wishing I could punch him in the face for all those adjectives he used on my Binky. “Daddy.” Lucy called out, sitting next to him on the sofa. “And when I corrected him, he slapped me.” Lucy lied. My temper sparked, and I stomped to my feet. “That’s a lie. Lucy slapped me. She’s the one who attacked herself and framed my Binky.” “And so? She was only protecting what was hers.” I clenched my jaw as soon as those words left his mouth. Of course, he would take her side. My father had already set his eyes on Beckham Construction, planning to convert it to his, just like he did with my mother’s business. Lucy is so foolishly in love that she’s become blind to the fact that she and I are just pawns in my father’s greedy game. “How dare you lie against my daughter?” Mrs. Beckham shouted. “Lie? Your daughter is a lying machine.” I shouted back. Mrs. Beckham turned to my father. “Control your son. I won’t tolerate any more insults.” “Forgive me. It seems my son has forgotten his manners.” He picked up his phone and typed a message. A few seconds later, five hefty men entered the living room. Lucy and her mother screamed as one of the men swung his metal bat, hitting my head. Sudden dizziness crept in as blood spilled down my face. I collapsed to the ground, pain shooting through my body. I curled up, protecting my head with my hands, as they kicked me repeatedly. “Please, forgive him,” Lucy begged, terror evident in her voice. She thought my father was a sweet, nice man. I hope she can see the monster she is about to have as a father-in-law. After a few minutes, they stopped. “Kneel and beg for forgiveness,” my father ordered. Spitting out the blood from my mouth, I rose to a kneeling position and pleaded for forgiveness. He gestured dismissively. Using the chair for support, I winced as I stood up. I bowed before leaving the house. I was done being his pawn, done sacrificing myself for his greedy ambitions. I had to make Lucy pay for this. I needed to cook up the best revenge that would cripple them. I would teach my father to fear me. As I got to the car, pain and anger coursing through every cell I was made of, I reached for my phone and dialed Zach’s number. “Create two paper companies,” I announced as soon as he picked up. Starting the car, I drove heading to my Binky’s placeThe 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 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
The toy . Although it had been a week since Damon said he would handle the media, headlines still painted me as the crazy bitch. Meanwhile, pictures of him and Lucy have also been all over the media—romantic dates, holding hands at events. Seeing those photos made me relive the heartbreak all over again. Jessie and I had decided to go on vacation to get our minds off things. I glanced at the apartment, wondering how Damon would feel when he came back, and I realized I was gone. He’d definitely pull the life support on my mother by himself. “Our flight is at 11 a.m. We’ve got less than two hours to get to the airport.” Jessie reminded me. “You’re taking forever. Are you scared the Demon will pull your mother's life support with his bare hands?” Jessie chuckled. “You always know what I’m thinking.” I smiled, closing the door behind me. "That is why we are friends. Just tell him you are going on vacation. You need some time for yourself,” Jessie said, tossing the luggage
The CEO . It was like I was set on fire, my blood boiling at 100 degrees Celsius, as I saw those bloody, horny men flooding her comment. I posted it for myself—I scoffed at the message. If it’s for herself, then it should remain in her gallery, not on her social page. After writing a long paragraph about why she should arrange her bags and return to New York, I deleted it. I didn’t want to sound controlling, and she does need a break from all this drama. “Are you with another man?” I asked as I adjusted my red tie against my white dress shirt, seated alone in my office. I was reading through some contracts when my phone chimed. Glancing at my notifications bar, I saw—Ari. S had posted a picture. As I clicked on it, a picture of her in a red bikini, accentuating her cleavage and hips, popped up. I was pleased with it until I saw those bloody men staring at my woman. My phone chimed, and I picked it up. Aria: Are you with your missing piece? She had been haunting me with thi
The toy . “I can walk—put me down!” I yelled, banging my clenched fist against his back. As we arrived at the reception, my screams drew attention. Instantly, I covered my face with my palms to avoid any further embarrassment. I didn’t need pictures of me being carried like a sack of rice flooding the internet. After all, no face, no case. Damon slipped me into his black sports Ferrari before entering the driver’s seat. Starting his car, he advised, “You should always fasten your seatbelt,” as he leaned over and did it for me. There he goes, acting like he actually cares. “Where is Jessie?” I asked, scanning the outside through the car’s tinted glass. “Behind us, with Zach.” Staring back, I saw Zach’s red sports Ferrari behind. “We are leaving Jessie alone with that womanizer friend of yours.” “What, are you scared he would steal her heart?” That was the least of my worries. I just didn’t want to be left alone in the same space with Damon. Although Zach is a very charming
The toy . Damon noticed my discomfort. "Why are you nervous?" he asked. “I’m not.” I struggled not to scratch my forehead to not affirm his deductions. Just then, my phone rang—Logan's name lit up the screen. “Who is Logan?” Damon’s tone was intense, causing a thunderous silence. I swallowed hard as my body trembled. “My friend.” Jessie snatched my phone away, feigning nonchalance. "Probably just trying to reach me since my phone was off," she added, disappearing into the other room. Although Jessie had intervened, my hands didn’t stop trembling as Damon still stared at me, his eyes hinting at his disbelief. Jessie walked back in and handed over my phone. “I was right; he tried calling me. Guess my phone was switched off.” Damon's suspicions seemed to intensify. "Your phone's not off," Zach noted as Jessie's phone chimed, drawing her attention. I closed my eyes, hoping to disappear. Without uttering a word, Damon shifted his focus back to the game. An unsettling feeli
The CEO . My eyes widened as I saw her, and my phone slipped from my grasp, clattering to the floor. “Binky,” I whispered, my heart aching as tears streamed down her face. “I was stupid to believe you,” she sobbed, her voice trembling as she broke down completely. She turned and ran into the next room, slamming the door so hard that it echoed through the house. “There’s been a lot of door-slamming lately,” Zach observed. “What did you do to her?” Jessie demanded, her brows furrowed. “Ari, please open the door!” Jessie pounded on it. A claustrophobic sensation began to crawl up my throat, and I clenched my fists as conflicting thoughts warred in my mind—one screaming for me to drown my sorrows in alcohol. I marched over to the indoor bar and downed five glasses in quick succession. Zach, understanding me all too well, stood silently, offering no reproach. Grabbing my car keys, I headed for the door, only to be intercepted by Zach. “You’ve had too much to drink,” he cautioned
The toy .I woke up to sunlight piercing through my puffy, red eyes. I turned and noticed Jessie wasn't in bed. With a slow gait, I strode out of the room, drawn by the sound of her laughter coming from the kitchen."Morning, sunshine," Zach greeted me as I entered."How are you feeling?" Jessie asked."Like I've been stung by a thousand bees," I replied, gulping down a glass of water."You'll get better," Jessie said.My eyes darted around the room, scanning for someone I wasn’t ready to face. Just one smile from him, and my heart would foolishly skip a beat."So, what are your plans for today?" I asked Jessie."Well, Zach is taking me shopping with the money I won yesterday.""When did you two become friends?" I inquired."We were never enemies," Zach said, taking a swig of his drink.It reminded me of Damon, who liked to start drinking early in the morning—birds of a feather."And you don’t have to worry about the demon," Jessie added. "He’s gone back to New York."I should have