All Chapters of THE CEO’S TOY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The toy..I sat in the therapist's office three days after returning from Paris, not just because of the doctor's advice but to seek a cure for this madness called love. The soft powder-blue walls created a comforting atmosphere.I thought I would be uncomfortable, but here I was, rambling about how Damon was torturing me."What keeps you connected to this particular person despite being in another relationship?"Amelia asked with a soothing voice that matched her features—black hair, brown eyes, calm face."Are you sure everything I say here is confidential?" whispered, as though someone else was in the room with us.Amelia explained the limits of confidentiality and when it may be breached.I sighed and answered, "The contract." I proceeded to explain what the contract was about and how I got into it."What emotions or thoughts come up when you consider the possibilities of ending the contract?" Amelia's question opened the door to this feeling that chewed at me. I struggled to ar

The toy..."What the hell?" Jessie yelled, her eyes widening in plain horror as she watched the video.I nudged her as our colleagues turned their attention to us in the crowded office."How did this happen?" she whispered. "What did Logan say? What is the person asking for?" She kept shooting questions at me, with no space to reply."Logan is as dumbfounded as I was, and we're not on good terms," I began to explain. "The person isn't saying anything, just sending emojis and commenting on how sexy my body is." The hollowness in my chest just kept getting deeper."Note to self: never have sex near a big window like that," Jessie quipped, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sorry."I nodded, knowing her attempts at comfort were awkward at best. The video had been taken through that big window."Why aren’t you on good terms?" Jessie asked.I sighed heavily, the horror of last night slowly creeping into my mind. "I mentioned Damon while having sex with him."Shock was written wide across h

The toy. . . “What do you mean?” I stuttered, my heart racing. Jessie quietly slipped out of the apartment, giving us some space. Damon shoved his phone in my face. It was the tape, from a different angle. The air became dense with tension, stretching my eyes wide open as time seemed to freeze. Logan had said he dealt with the video. Why were there two videos? “How could you do this to me?” Damon gripped my arm tightly. “You promised to be truthful. You said it was payback, yet you lied to me.” I stood silently, my gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet his eyes.I could already hear the pain in his voice. He let go of me and rubbed his face with his hands, taking a deep breath. Damon began pacing around the living room. “You’re not going to say anything?” Damon yelled. “Say something, please, anything at all,” he pleaded. I wanted to speak, but there was a lump in my throat, tightening it. Tears welled up, blurring my vision. “Say something now,” Damon ordered, narrowing h

Logan..My eyes widened as she kissed me, and the air around the park celebrated my victory. I had no idea what she had seen on her phone, but whatever it was, I was glad for it.“I need to use the restroom,” Aria giggled as we pulled away.As soon as she disappeared into the park, I picked up her phone and typed in her password. I had seen her enter it before, so I knew it by heart.Once her phone was unlocked, I quickly checked her text messages and social media accounts.My heart raced with the fear of being caught. I took out my phone from my pocket and started snapping photos of everything I could.While sifting through her messages, one conversation caught my eye. Aria and Damon were discussing a contract. I took pictures of their chat. After closing all the apps, I turned off the phone and slipped it back into her purse.When she returned, we walked through the park, our hands linked together, chatting until I dropped her off at Jessie’s place.****After dropping Aria off, I

The CEO..Slipping into the car, I slammed my fist on the steering wheel. A strong desire to haunt Logan coursed through my veins. I should have watched the video before he left. I took deep breaths, trying to control myself.I started the engine and drove away, but no matter how fast I went, that stinging feeling followed me. The images of how he held her—her naked body against his—all followed me, digging pits in my stomach. My throat dried, and I needed a drink, a chilled one, to cool this annoying heat.Once I got home, I went straight to my wine cabinet and pulled out two bottles of alcohol and a glass. Lucy was smart enough to ignore me, just focusing on her phone.I collapsed on the sofa in my bedroom, took off my shirt, and angrily poured the alcohol into the glass, causing it to spill. I gulped it down. One glass turned into two, then three, and soon half a bottle was gone. Days like this made me regret my body’s ability to withstand alcohol. I just wanted to drink and blac