Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE CEO’S TOY: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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 . . . 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 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 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 . 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