All Chapters of The Ceo's Addiction: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He was breathtaking — the kind of man that made you forget how to breathe. Broad shoulders filled the cramped restroom, making it feel even smaller. His black shirt stretched across his chest, muscles straining beneath the fabric. His jeans clung to him in a way that screamed gym dedication.His chocolate-brown hair fell in soft waves, and those dark blue eyes locked onto mine with unsettling intensity. His sharp jawline looked like it could cut glass, and those lips... full, inviting, dangerously tempting.I caught myself leaning in — actually leaning in — like some idiot waiting to be kissed.What the hell am I doing?This stranger — someone I’d barely met — stood way too close, one hand resting on my waist like we were old lovers. My stomach twisted, panic rising.“Too close,” I muttered, planting my hands on his chest and shoving him back — not too hard, but enough to make a point.He blinked, surprised, but didn’t move far. “Easy,” he said, voice low and steady. “I thought you wan

He's good with words.That thought kept ringing in my head, louder than the dull ache left behind by Noah’s betrayal. For a brief moment, I forgot the sting of it — forgot the way his lies had wrapped around me like a noose.I didn’t realize how tipsy I was until I stumbled down the hallway, my blurry eyes desperately scanning for the restroom sign. The walls seemed to tilt, and my heels scraped noisily against the floor. Somehow, I made it to the ladies' room, staggered inside, and barely managed to lock the door behind me.Relief flooded me as I emptied my bladder, hoping I was sobering up. But as I washed my face, cold water dripping down my chin, my vision still danced. I reached into my purse, fumbling for my handkerchief, and dabbed at my face.When I lifted my gaze to the mirror, I froze.A man stood beside me, his crooked smile twisting into something ugly.I blinked, convinced I was imagining things — a drunken hallucination. But when his icy fingers snatched my wrist, the col

The next day, I sat slumped in the cafeteria, my coffee mug barely warm between my hands.“She said, ‘Get out and never come back,’” I muttered.Noelle raised her brows and scoffed. “Like I care.” She leaned back in her chair with an exaggerated shrug.“You should,” I said. “We need the money.”Noelle shook her head. “I can always ask my parents.”I shot her a look. “Aren’t you a little too old for that? Gosh, you’ve gotta quit that ‘gig’ and get a real job.”Her eyes rolled skyward. “Yeah, sure. Because flipping burgers at Harry’s is such a career move.”I huffed in frustration and reached for my mug again. That’s when I saw them — two guys walking into the café.My gaze locked on one of them. Familiar brown hair, broad shoulders, and a confident stride that made my stomach churn. Memories came rushing back — heated whispers, tangled sheets, and a bitter morning after. My chest tightened.“Oh no,” I muttered.“You okay?” Noelle asked, noticing my stare. She turned to look — and gasped

I weaved through the crowded club, balancing a tray of drinks as I made my way to the raised platform. It was more of a lounge than anything else—dim lighting, plush couches, and low coffee tables scattered around.I set the drinks down and hurried back to my barstool. Despite the steady crowd, there wasn’t much demand for drinks tonight.My gaze drifted to the dance floor—flashing lights, bodies swaying to the bass. I tried not to look at him.The stalker.He had claimed a corner of the bar yet again, pretending to sip his drink while watching me work. Ever since that attack on my way home, he’d been showing up like clockwork—silent and brooding.Once, he'd turned up at 5 p.m., just sitting there like he owned the place. He’d order random things, barely touch them, and stare. Always staring.I'd confronted him before. Told him to leave me alone.“I’m not following you,” he’d said in that low, frustratingly calm voice.Yet somehow, I'd always end up walking home with him in awkward sil

Aiden's POV"Moan my name, baby.""Aiden...""Do you love it? Do you love my dick?" I whispered, biting her ear.She gasped and arched her back, moaning louder."Yeah... that's it," I groaned, driving deeper and faster. Her cries filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. I felt it building — that sharp, electrifying rush."Hold on... I'm gonna cum," I growled against her lips.Moments later, I yanked her hair back roughly as I spilled across her face. She blinked up at me, breathless and dazed."Lick it up," I ordered. She hesitated — just long enough for me to smirk — then did as I told her.Grabbing my robe from the cushion, I draped it over my body and turned back to find her still sprawled on my bed."What are you still doing here?" I asked coldly.Her tired eyes flicked up at me. Frankly, I was surprised she could still move after six rounds."Thanks for the sex, but you can go now." My tone was clipped, but I tried to sound civil."What?" Her voice sho