All Chapters of THE CEO’S TOY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lucy. . . “Mr. Isaac Zealot,” I muttered, striding out of the auction venue and heading towards the underground parking lot. Tina, my P.A., trailed behind, struggling to keep up. “Yes, Ma’am. He’s the owner of ZeeTech.” “ZeeTech?” I stopped abruptly, causing her to bump into me. I cringed at her clumsiness. Even with her glasses, she blundered around as if she were blind. “Sorry, Ma’am.” She adjusted her glasses nervously. “I’ve never heard of the company,” I replied, ignoring her inept apology. She’d likely do it again. “It’s a foreign company, but it's opening a branch here,” Tina stated. “A foreign company.” I halted again, and she collided with me once more. I turned to her, exasperated. “You don’t have to walk directly behind me.” Reaching my car, I let out a sharp, throat-wrenching shriek. Rage spiked through me. How could I have lost to a complete nobody? I never expected anyone to walk in with two hundred fifty million. I’d tried to speak with him after th

The Toy...We sat on the floor mattress in a lounge chair position, the blanket wrapped around our partially naked bodies. I could feel the warmth of his firm chest against my back as I leaned into him.His eyes widened in bewilderment before bursting into laughter. “So, you thought I was the Logan in your diary?”“You can’t blame me. You both have the same features.” I smiled, sipping from my juice. After the sex, there was no need for alcohol.“Was he as handsome as I am?” Logan flashed his charming smile, scratching the back of his head.A warm smile appeared on my face, reflecting the lightness in my heart. “No, he wasn’t.”We sat in comfortable silence, sipping our drinks and enjoying the view of the city through the window. Suddenly, his phone rang.Logan suspiciously snatched his phone, as if he didn’t want me to see the caller. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered, quickly getting up and disappearing into the other room. He kept glancing back at me, as if checking to see if I w

The CEO..I glanced at my watch. I knew Tracy was terrible at keeping time, but she had gotten worse. She had texted me to hang out yesterday, but I already had plans to drag Binky to the hospital. So I took a rain check. We decided to meet at 6 p.m. Knowing Tracy, I came at 7:30, but now it’s 8:30, and she still wasn’t here.Tracy walked in a red gown and a black fur coat, her red hair packed in a bun. "Sorry, little Wesley. Something came up,” she apologized, settling in the seat across from me.A frown still lingered across my face. “You should have said so. But you keep saying you were on your way.” Tracy rested her chin on her clasped hands on the table, tilting her head with a knowing smile. "If I had told you, you'd have left, and who knows when we'd meet next?"I guess she knew me as well as I knew her.“Eaten?” She tucked her chair in.“No appetite. But I will drink.” I sighed.I had barely had any appetite since Binky’s incident. I had eaten enough of her scornful words.

The toy...I soaked myself in the bath after a full body scrub, ensuring my skin was glowing and soft. Emerging, I rummaged through my luggage for something seductive yet subtle. Damon is a very stubborn man, and if he sensed my intentions, he would resist. I settled on a mini skirt and a crop top.In front of the mirror, I adjusted my cleavage to be more pronounced and sprayed my body mist—its vanilla and rosy scent filled the room. I lined my lips and applied a glossy sheen, then tousled my hair just enough to give it a sultry touch.Standing outside his door, I reminded myself: the goal was to seduce him, not the other way around, and to seek forgiveness, not for him to come back. “House over the garden,” I said to myself before opening the door.My eyes widened, and my goals slipped away as I saw him. He had just showered, his hair slicked back, not a strand falling to compete with his piercing eyes. I froze, my gaze trailing down his masterpiece of a body, from his broad chest

The toy...With a blink of an eye, I was sliding down the slick, wet road, my back scraping against the surface. The protective gear I wore was the only thing keeping the rough asphalt from shredding my skin.My heart raced, and I wanted to scream, but I stifled it. Screaming would only make things worse for Damon. He was probably more terrified than I was, blaming himself for this mess.I felt a firm grip as Damon groaned and flipped me over, positioning himself between me and the harsh road. His body formed a protective barrier with his arms and legs.Damon opened his visor. "I've got you. Hang on tight," he said. "You're going to be okay. Just stay calm."My heart pounded, and the cold air stung my nose as I gasped for breath."I know you're scared. Just listen to my voice. Block everything else out. Just focus on me," he urged, his voice soothing as his grip tightened.I shut my eyes and concentrated on his words."It’s going to be fine. I'm right here. You'll be safe," he reass