One Night Stand With Her Billionaire CEO

Emmaline Facer never planned to steal a boy's car—especially not the morning after losing her virginity to him in a one-night stand.But as she stood in her dorm room at 6:45 a.m., clutching a stranger's car key and her bag stuffed with his money, she finally realized the enormity of what she'd done. There was no doubt he would come looking for her.Emma dropped her bag onto the bed and hurried over to Phoebe's bed. She gently shook her friend, who was still curled under her blanket, asleep and exhausted from the graduation party."Phoebe, wake up," she whispered, her voice tight with worry.Phoebe groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow, then turned her face to the other side. Her voice was thick with sleep. "Who is that?" she mumbled, squinting until her eyes finally landed on Emma. "Emma?" she called slowly, still half asleep."Yes, it's me," Emma said, gripping Phoebe's hand and helping her up."Oh my God, where were you last night? I looked everywhere! I even called you l

The room felt smaller, the noise fading around her. Ezra finally looked at her, curiosity in his gaze. "You're quiet."She looked up, forcing a smile, though her heart skipped a beat."So, what did you major in?" he asked.Emma took a deep breath and set both hands on the table. She met his eyes. "I majored in fashion."He raised a brow. "Fashion?" he repeated, and she nodded."I'm really good at it. My dad used to say I have magic hands. When I finally started working with clothes, I understood what he meant."Ezra rubbed his chin, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You also model?"She was stunned, eyes widening. "And why would you think that?""You look like you do. The aura. You have it."She smiled, then grew serious. "That's the goal... but it's not easy when you don't come from money."Ezra nodded slowly. He understood the struggle—even from his wealthy background. "Believe me, I know how hard it is to find a job. Sometimes it feels like they only hire people just to use them."

Ezra lay on his bed, tossing a ball up and catching it, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His mind kept drifting back to the strange girl he had met two days ago. He had just spent a few hours on the court, trying to tire himself out and forget, but it was useless. She was still on his mind. Eventually, he let the ball drop onto the bed and sat up, exhausted from a night of barely any sleep.He had dreamed of Emma over and over, her face haunting him even after he woke. Scott kept reminding him to call the police, but he couldn't bring himself to do it—not yet. Not when every thought led back to her. He felt stuck. All he could think about was her laugh—annoying, distracting, impossible to forget.A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. "Come in," he called, and his mother, Josie, stepped inside, holding a plate. Her wavy brown hair framed a youthful face with bangs; you wouldn't think she had two grown kids. She approached him with a worried look."It's Sunday, and you're not

Ezra looked at the different ties arranged neatly in his drawer while he buttoned the cuffs of his shirt. His finger moved across them until he stopped at a simple black tie.He didn’t like it, but he felt he had to wear it as the CEO. He believed the tie made him look serious and cold, which he thought was needed for his position.At work, he rarely smiled, and the only person who ever made him laugh was his sister. She was the only one who could break his tough, quiet attitude.It had been three years since he last saw her, but the memories were still there. Still, he wasn’t sure he would even recognize her if he saw her today.When she disappeared, he searched for her non-stop for a whole year. He shared a sketch of the face he remembered, and even went to the police, but nothing came out of it. The face he shared wasn’t correct, and not in the system. At one point, he wondered if he imagined her.After that, he decided to shut down that soft part of himself. He took Scott’s advice

His eyes dropped to where her hand rested—right on his manhood.Emma followed his gaze, her mind racing as she tried to understand his shocked silence, broken only by that one word. The truth of where her hand rested hit her like lightning, and she gasped sharply. “Oh, my goodness!”He pulled back quickly, and she fell straight to the floor. She rubbed her backside and looked up at him, wincing. Ezra hurried to his seat, clearly embarrassed. “I’m so sorry about that,” he said, his voice full of regret.She exhaled sharply and stood up. She brushed off her clothes and stole a quick look at him, only to see that he was now focused on the files on his desk. Confusion washed over her. Did he not recognize her? The thought bothered her, and her heart raced, pushing her to want to run from the awkward moment.When he finally looked up at her, he let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe we should talk?” he said, making Emma wonder what he meant. Talk?Did he know who she really was? Was that why he h