All Chapters of Seducing The Unavailable CEO : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

___ It had been a quiet few days , I sat on my balcony , holding a cigarette between my fingers watching people walk down the street with their children. I wished my childhood was like that , my hair up in a messy bun as I sat in my underwear , the cold tiles against my bum. **Ring Ring** I could hear my phone from my bedroom , I rarely get phone calls, I wonder who it could be , my heart racing through my chest. I made my way toward my room , picked up my phone and heaved a sigh. "private number" I muttered I knew who was on the line. my finger swiping to the green icon "hello?" my voice echoed through the empty room , which suddenly felt emptier "hello Hailey ," the raspy voice at the end of the line said , I could make out a bit of an accent in it. "the boss requests an audience, if you would be kind to meet us outside" A chill ran down my spine, outside? , what does he mean outside? , am I in trouble? . Thousands of scenerios raced through my mind. "d

-- My eyes flicker to the sound of my alarm **6 a.m.** I have to be fast. I push myself out of my cold new bed, feeling the weight of sleep still clinging to me with each reluctant step. The beautiful bathroom greets me, its luxury a stark contrast to my mood. I can tell it’s well-equipped, even through my sleepy haze. With a groggy sigh, I turn on the cold shower. The water jolts me awake, revitalizing my senses as I untangle my hair. I need to hurry. According to the portfolio, I need to be at Du'Lumiere Café right about now. I glance at the clock, anxiety bubbling in my stomach. I fling open the wardrobe, my eyes scanning the tailored clothes my boss had chosen for me. To my surprise, he has a good eye for style. I quickly pull on a pair of fitted suit trousers, slipping into my red bottoms—sharp and striking. A crisp white collar shirt completes the look. I throw my hair into a messy bun, trying to strike a balance between effortless and polished. After applying just

--- I tossed and turned throughout the night, each minute stretching into what felt like an eternity. The ceiling above me became my only companion my eyes darting towards it's details as I replayed the events of the day before in my mind. The envelope sat on my desk, illuminated by the soft glow of my desk lamp , a constant reminder of the opportunity and the risks that lay ahead. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through my window, they kissed my face gently, coaxing me awake. I squinted at the brightness, wishing I could hide from the world. With a reluctant sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor jolting me totally awake. The morning felt heavy with anticipation, the only sound being the birds that flew across the garden. ..oh I wish I was a bird.. After a quick shower, the warm water washed away some of my anxiety, if only for a moment. I took a deep breath, letting the steam wrap around me like a comforting blanket. Once

--- **buzz** The gate made such a horrible sound. Stepping outside, the cool evening air kissed my skin, a contrast to the warmth that still lingered from my hurried preparations. The sky had deepened into a soft blue, the kind that signaled nightfall was fast approaching. I took in a breath, cooling and steadying myself as I began my walk toward the open road. The sound of my heels clicking against the pavement echoed sharply in the quiet suburban street. Each step felt calculated, deliberate, the rhythmic *click-clack* cutting the silence like a sharp knife. I could feel eyes on me. People were staring, their gazes following me as I strode past, their curiosity obvious. It wasn't hard to imagine why. I wasn’t exactly blending in. The dress I wore clung to my body for dear life in all the right ways, the sleek fabric shimmering under the fading sunlight. My curves were accentuated, my skin glowing against the cool tones of the evening. I could feel the weight of e

--- The auction hall buzzed around me, but I couldn’t focus. The lights were too bright, and everything seemed to blur. I took a slow, measured breath, but even that felt like a task. I could still feel the burn of the champagne in my throat, the heat spreading through my body, making everything….fuzzy. Something was seriously wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what. “Go ahead, kayla,” Mr. Price’s voice slithered into my ear again. “Make another bid. Don’t be shy.” I swallowed, my throat dry despite the champagne. I glanced at him, his smile never wavering, but now it looked more like a predator’s grin. My hand shook, but I raised it anyway. " Why the hell was I bidding?".... "What was I even bidding for?" The auctioneer’s voice dragged on, acknowledging my bid, and suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan’s hand go up. He was bidding against me? My heart thudded in my chest. I hadn’t even noticed when he’d moved seats, but now he was closer, directly in m