His Cold CEO

Chapter One: Welcome to Hell, Mr. Hart---The elevator doors opened on the top floor of Voss Tower with an ominous ding.Noah Hart clutched his cheap satchel tighter, heart jackhammering behind his ribs.This was it.New job. New suit. New chance.All he had to do was survive 90 days as Elias Voss’s personal assistant.How hard could it be?He stepped into the private executive lobby. Marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Silence so heavy it felt sacred. And behind a sleek reception desk, a woman with blood-red lipstick stared at him like she was already tired of his existence.“You’re late,” she said, even though he was exactly three minutes early.“I—uh—Noah Hart. Here to see Mr. Voss. First day.”He offered a shaky smile. It wilted under her stare.She picked up the phone. “He’s here.”Pause. A quiet nod.“He said: ‘Don’t waste my time.’ Go.”Before he could ask what that meant, the frosted glass doors behind her slid open soundlessly.Noah walked through them like a man headin

Noah was halfway through updating Elias’s meeting calendar when the screen glitched.Then froze.“Don’t do this now,” he muttered, tapping the touchpad like that would magically fix it.He hadn’t saved in fifteen minutes.A sharp ding came from Elias’s office.The glass door slid open.“Noah,” Elias’s voice called—calm, precise.Noah jumped up, heart thudding. “Coming.”He stepped inside.Elias didn’t look up from the tablet in his hand. “Have you reviewed the Q3 budget report?”“Yes,” Noah said, even though he hadn’t finished it yet.Elias finally lifted his eyes. That was enough to make Noah feel like he’d lied under oath.“You’re sweating.”“It’s hot.”“It’s seventy degrees.” Elias tilted his head. “Why are you lying to me?”Noah swallowed. “My system froze. I lost some data. I didn’t want to make excuses.”Elias stared at him. Silent.Then, quietly: “Show me.”Noah blinked. “What?”“Your screen.”He hesitated—embarrassed, a little annoyed. But he handed over the tablet anyway.Eli

POV: Noah Hart---Noah couldn’t sleep.He’d been staring at his ceiling for two hours, sheets tangled around his legs, body tense and hot like someone had lit a fire under his skin and walked away.Elias Voss had touched him once. Spoken to him like he knew things Noah had never said out loud. Like he’d seen something underneath.Something Noah didn’t even know was there.He kicked the sheets off and sat up, dragging both hands down his face. His body was buzzing. Restless. Agitated.You’re not reacting to men. You’re reacting to me.Elias’s voice had been smooth. Cold. Unbothered.But Noah had seen it—the look in his eyes. The kind of look you give someone right before you break them open.Noah didn’t want that look. Didn’t want to crave it.But his body betrayed him every time he remembered it.Every time he remembered the closeness. The weight of Elias’s gaze. The way he’d spoken that word: belong.He hated how it made him feel.Worse, he hated how it turned him on.---The next m

Noah had never worn anything that cost more than a month of rent. Until now.The suit the tailor had prepared for him fit like a second skin. Midnight-black, subtly patterned, with an open collar that showed just a hint of throat. No tie. Elias’s instructions.He’d wanted Noah to look polished. Presentable.But not forgettable.When he stepped into the private car waiting outside his apartment, the driver gave him a single nod. “Mr. Voss is already inside.”The word inside made something tighten in Noah’s chest.Because tonight, they weren’t just in an office. They’d be seen. Together.And Noah still didn’t know what this was. Or what it meant.---The gala was being held at the Harrington Ballroom—glass ceilings, chandeliers like icicles, guests who sparkled like walking stock portfolios. Noah had never felt more out of place.Until he saw Elias.The crowd parted around him like he was gravity. He stood alone, drink untouched, wearing a black tux with a single dark satin lapel. His p

POV: Noah Hart---Noah woke up hard.Sheets twisted. Sweat cooling on his back. The echo of Elias’s voice in his ears.It hadn’t even been a real dream. Not one he could clearly remember.Just flashes of heat.Fingers at his throat. Elias’s mouth near his ear. A voice like smoke saying things he couldn’t repeat even to himself.He sat up too fast. His heart thudded like a drumline in his ribs.This wasn’t happening. This shouldn’t be happening.He wasn’t—He didn’t—“You don’t even know what you want, do you?”That voice again. Smooth, cold, calculated.It hadn’t been cruel. Just true.And Noah hated that more than anything.Because Elias Voss wasn’t just getting under his skin.He was crawling into Noah’s dreams. His body. His breath.Noah pressed his palms to his face and sat like that for a long time, as if he could scrub the heat off with shame alone.---He walked into the office thirty minutes early and still felt late.The glass walls, the silence, the impossible man behind th