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TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS

TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-02-11
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Steamy

First-Person POV

Third-Person POV

Office Relationship

CEO

Twins

My boyfriend didn’t just cheat. He did it with my twin sister. In my apartment. On our anniversary. And the worst part? They planned it. He dated me to destroy me. She gave him every secret I ever trusted her with. Just because she wants to ruin my future and my career. So I walked into a bar, ready to drink myself unconscious. But no one would serve me. Because of him. The hot, sexy stranger in the VIP lounge with cold eyes, a sharp voice, and a presence that made everyone move back without a word. In my delirious state, I confronted him. He didn’t care. Instead, he said: “If you want to forget everything, I’ll give you something worth remembering.” One night became two. Two became three. When I escaped his bed, I promised myself I would never see him again. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. On Monday, I was reported to the CEO’s office—my ex’s final attempt to destroy my job. I walked in trembling. And there he was.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

ELARA

I slammed the shot glass on the counter so hard that I'm sure a crack shot across the rim.

“Another,” I ordered.

My voice sounded so hoarse, scraped raw, and barely human.

Three hours of crying will do that to a person. Three years of betrayal will kill the rest.

The bartender...a wiry guy with a snake tattoo curling up his throat...shakes his head. “Sorry, sweetheart. Boss says you’re cut off.”

I laugh, a cracked sound. “Boss? What boss?” His eyes flicked behind me, like someone stood there holding a loaded gun to his spine

I followed his stare through the blur of neon lights and bodies, but I only saw a shadow move behind smoked glass. But I don’t care. I need another drink, or I’ll drown in my own heartbeat.

I shoved the empty glass forward.

“Pour. It’s a simple job.”

He didn’t move. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“I’m not drunk.”

God, I wish I were.

If I were drunk enough, I might forget walking in on my boyfriend screwing my twin sister in my apartment. I might forget the sound of their skin slapping together and the sound they were making. I might forget how they looked at me like I was the intruder.

I might forget Lucas’s voice:

“Elara told me everything. Your secrets. Your insecurities. You were never the one I wanted. I just needed someone who would help me look serious in my workplace, and you were the easy one.”

My stomach twisted so violently I thought I’d be sick.

I slammed my palm on the counter.

“I said pour.”

The bartender lifted a shaking hand and pointed toward the VIP behind me.

“Orders from him.”

I turned towards the rooms once again to see who it was that kept denying me drinks.

I caught the eye of a man who didn’t pretend not to stare.

He watched me openly, like I was something he was already planning to take apart.

A chill wrapped around my spine.

No. Tonight was already hell... I wasn’t letting some arrogant rich asshole control me, either.

I grabbed my bag and stormed toward the private lounge, heels striking marble like gunfire. The guards stepped aside without objection or question.

Like they’d been waiting for me, but right now I don't care or want to reason why.

I shoved the curtain aside.

The room smelled like expensive whiskey and cologne. Low light flickered over the man sitting at the center, his sleeves rolled to the forearms, his wristwatch glinting, and his jaw sharp enough to cut glass.

He is not handsome. He is Devastating.

His eyes are what hit me hardest; they're cold, dark, and unreadable.

And he was looking at me like I was a problem he was avoiding to touch.

I slapped both hands on his table.

“Let me guess,” I snapped. “You own this bar, so you think you get to control what I drink?”

He lifted his gaze slowly. His voice was calm. Too calm for my liking.

“You’ve had enough.”

“I decide when I’ve had enough.”

His eyes lowered to my shaking hands. “Your body disagrees.”

My breath caught, part rage, part humiliation.

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

He leaned back, his voice cool as ice. “The man who decides everything in this building.”

It wasn’t a threat. It was a fact, and I can see it in his eyes.

Anger burned hotter than the alcohol ever could. I grabbed his untouched glass of whiskey and swallowed it in one vicious gulp. The burn scorched down my throat. I welcomed it.

His jaw tightened.

“You’re out of your depth, little girl.”

Little. Girl.

That snapped something inside me. 'Little Girl,' I hate this nickname; I can hear Lucas's taunting voice as he was riding my sister, "You greedy little girl, see how you are taking me in so well, unlike your bland sister that wants to keep herself till marriage.

I leaned forward, close enough to smell his cologne... his dark, expensive, dangerous cologne.

“Little girl? You want to control me?” I whispered. “Fine. Give me alcohol. Or give me something else instead.”

His eyes sharpened. “What exactly are you looking for?”

My heart was a live wire. My voice didn’t shake.

I stop between his knees. My cheap black cotton dress, the one Lucas said made me look “fuckable but forgettable,” rides up my thighs.

“To lose my virginity.”

Silence slammed between us, and the interest flared in his eyes.

Slow, predatory interest.

He stood, and I felt small for the first time tonight, not because I was weak, but because he was a storm wearing a suit.

He towered over me, breathing heat against my ear.

“If you’re lying,” he murmured, “I’ll punish the lie.”

A shiver shot down my spine.

“I’m not lying.”

His hand closed around my waist, firm, claiming. Suddenly, I can't feel the existence of the bar anymore. Not the music and certainly not the people. All I can feel is just his body and the weight of my rash decisions.

“Run now, little girl,” he whispered, voice dark and lethal. “If you stay, I’m not letting you go home tonight.”

I lean into his grip. “I stopped running the second I saw my life collapse in front of me.”

Hunger flares in his eyes. He backs me up until my spine meets the glass wall. His mouth finds my ear. “Then let’s ruin you properly.”

His mouth came crashing upon mine in a not-so-gentle kiss. It’s all teeth, tequila, and the taste of my own desperation. I bite his lip hard enough to draw blood; he growls and pins my wrists above my head with one hand. The other slides under my dress, calloused fingers tracing the lace edge of my panties.

“Virgin,” he says against my mouth. Not a question.

I nod, both ashamed and electrified.

He rips the lace away like it offends him. Cool air hits wet skin. I whimper. “Legs around me.”

I obey. He lifts me effortlessly, dress bunched at my waist, and carries me to the chaise. My back hits leather still warm from his body. He follows me down, knees forcing my thighs wider.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I do. His pupils are blown wide, with only a sliver of iris left. “This will hurt,” he warns. “And you’ll thank me for it.”

He frees himself with one hand. I can see his thick, heavy, and veiny pulsing penis along the underside. I should be terrified. Instead, I arch up, already wet and ready.

He presses in a slow and relentless inch. I feel him stretching me, and it burns white-hot. I choke on a scream. “Breathe,” he orders, thumb stroking my clit in lazy circles. “Relax and take what I give you.”

Another inch. My nails rake his shoulders through his shirt. “Please...”

“Please, what?”

“More.”

He surges forward, burying himself to the hilt. The pain is exquisite, behind my eyes. For one suspended second, the world is nothing but the place where we’re joined.

Then he moves.

Slow at first, letting me adjust, letting the hurt bloom into pleasure. My hips learn his rhythm without permission. The chaise creaks and wails. He angles deeper, hitting a spot that makes me see stars. My back bows. “That’s it,” he rasps. “Let me feel you cum.”

That did it. The orgasm crashes over me without warning, so violent and shredding, nothing like the fumbling fingers I’ve known. I screamed and put his mouth over mine, swallowing the sound, fucking me through it until I’m limp and trembling.

He flips me onto my stomach and yanks my hips up. The second thrust is brutal. I fist the leather, moaning into it. His hand tangles in my hair, arching my neck. “Say you’re mine.”

I’m too far gone to care. "Yours"

He spills inside me with a guttural sound, heat flooding deep. For a moment, we’re locked together—sweaty, breathless, and the sticky evidence of our wilderness.

He pulls out slowly, left only to come back with a warm cloth.... where did he get it? ...and he cleans me with clinical tenderness. The contrast makes me shiver.

I expect him to leave. Instead, he sits, pulls me into his lap, and wraps his suit jacket around my shoulders. “Wait a little,” he says. “We will soon get to my penthouse, where I will satisfy you more.”

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132 Chapters
Chapter 1
ELARAI slammed the shot glass on the counter so hard that I'm sure a crack shot across the rim.“Another,” I ordered.My voice sounded so hoarse, scraped raw, and barely human.Three hours of crying will do that to a person. Three years of betrayal will kill the rest.The bartender...a wiry guy with a snake tattoo curling up his throat...shakes his head. “Sorry, sweetheart. Boss says you’re cut off.”I laugh, a cracked sound. “Boss? What boss?” His eyes flicked behind me, like someone stood there holding a loaded gun to his spineI followed his stare through the blur of neon lights and bodies, but I only saw a shadow move behind smoked glass. But I don’t care. I need another drink, or I’ll drown in my own heartbeat.I shoved the empty glass forward.“Pour. It’s a simple job.”He didn’t move. His Adam’s apple bobbed.“I’m not drunk.”God, I wish I were.If I were drunk enough, I might forget walking in on my boyfriend screwing my twin sister in my apartment. I might forget the sound o
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Chapter 2
ELARAHe carries me out the back exit like I weigh nothing. The night air slaps my bare legs; my panties are somewhere on the floor of the bar, probably being swept up by a janitor who’ll never know what went down there.A black limo idles at the curb. Which I guess is his because the driver doesn’t blink when he deposits me in the back seat and slides in after me; instead, the partition rises with a soft hiss.I curled against his chest, with his jacket still around me and my dress a crumpled mess. The city lights streak across the tinted windows like comets. His heartbeat is steady under my ear...too steady. While mine is beating like a hummingbird trapped in a cage.“Are you comfortable?” he asks.I nodded, too wired to say anything. He doesn’t say anything. Just watches me with that predator stillness.The car glides forward. I shift, trying to get more comfortable, and my thigh brushes the hard tent still straining against his zipper. He hisses through his teeth.“Stop moving.”“
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Chapter 3
ELARAI lose count after the fourth or fifth orgasm. Time dissolves into sweat and teeth and the wet slap of bodies. At some point, he ties my wrists to the headboard with his belt. At another, he spreads me open on the bathroom counter, watching in the mirror as he takes me apart with his tongue. We were at it the whole time, only stopping to eat and refuel. He feeds me from his fingers in the kitchen, then bends me over the marble island and licks the juice from my thighs before sliding back inside. I return the favor on my knees in the hallway, taking him deep until he fists my hair and groans like an animal. Later, I ride him on the living-room rug, his hands bruising my hips, and my nails carving crescents into his chest until he flips me and finishes with my legs over his shoulders.We christened every surface in his house. The glass dining table. The velvet chaise by the window. The shower wall where he pins me and fucks me until the water runs cold. My body learns muscles I n
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Chapter 4
ELARAThe morning light is cruel and definitely not helping matters.It slices through my bedroom curtains like a knife, stabbing directly into my skull. I groan and pull the pillow over my face, but that doesn't help. Nothing helps. My head is pounding, my mouth tastes like something died in it, and my body...Oh God, my body.I'm sore everywhere. Muscles I didn't know existed are screaming. There's a deep ache between my thighs that makes me wince when I try to move. My hips feel bruised. My wrists are tender.And when I finally force myself to open my eyes and look down at myself, I see why.The fingerprints from the day before have turned purple and blue, blooming across my hips like some kind of depraved artwork. I look like I've been in a fight.Or like I spent three days being thoroughly, completely, obsessively fucked.The memories hit me all at once, and I have to close my eyes against the onslaught.His hands are pinning my wrists above my head.His voice, rough and command
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Chapter 5
ELARABy the time I'm dressed, I look different from how I feel.Professional and put together. Elara Blake, Senior Marketing Manager, and not Elara Blake, the woman who spent the weekend being thoroughly debauched.I put on a black pencil skirt with a tailored blazer and a white silk blouse that has a collar high enough to hide the mark on my neck. I French-braid my hair back into a tight, severe style. Apply makeup with a heavy foundation to hide the exhaustion, concealer for the shadows, and lipstick to draw attention away from my swollen lips.By the time I'm done, I look exactly like I'm supposed to look.With shaky hands, I grab my bag and head for the door.The subway ride into Manhattan feels surreal. I'm surrounded by people living their normal lives, reading the news on their phones, sipping coffee, and complaining about their mundane problems, and I'm standing here trying to process the fact that my entire life has been turned upside down in less than a week.My boyfriend c
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Chapter 6
ELARAD.C.Damien Cross.The stranger who'd claimed my virginity, who'd fucked me senseless for an entire weekend, was my boss. The CEO of Cross Enterprises...the man who'd built this empire from nothing, the ghost I'd never seen in three years of working here.My knees give out, but I don't fall... I manage to steady myself using the back of the chair in front of his desk.This can't be happening.This cannot be happening.My mind splintered into pieces: the wolf tattoo rising with his breath as he slept, the scars I'd traced with trembling fingers, and the way he'd growled "mine" as he spilled inside me. And now, here he was, in a suit that screamed power, looking at me like I was both prey and prize.I opened my mouth, but no words came. Panic clawed up my throat. He'd known who I was and where I worked. Had he orchestrated this? Cut off my drinks to draw me in? The thought made my stomach twist."Damien," I whispered, the name tasting foreign and forbidden on my tongue. I'd never a
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Chapter 7
ELARA "—you."I should pull away and slap his hand off me, and I should remind him that this is insane.But I don't.Because, God help me, some part of me needed to be kissed into oblivion."You belong to me now, Elara. Like I said, I am not done with you.""I don't belong to you," I whisper, but even I can hear how weak it sounds."Don't you?" His grip tightens on my jaw just enough to make his point. "You came to me, Aria. You demanded I take your virginity. You spent three days in my bed, letting me do whatever I wanted to your body. You didn't even bother to ask my name." "I didn't know you were—"
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Chapter 8
ELARAI make it exactly three steps out of the elevator before Jennifer catches me."Elara!" My supervisor appears out of nowhere, concern written all over her face. "Thank God. Are you okay? We were so worried...""I'm fine." The lie comes automatically. "health emergency. I'm sorry I didn't call.""Is everything resolved?" She's studying my face, and I wonder what she sees there. Can she tell? Can she see the marks hidden under my clothes, the way my entire world has been turned upside down?"Yes. All taken care of.""Good. Good." She squeezes my shoulder. "Take the morning to get settled. We can catch up after lunch."I nod and escape to my desk before she can ask more questions.My cubicle looks the same as it did on Friday. Computer, files, and a coffee mug with a motivational quote I used to find inspiring. Photos on the wall... me and my best friend Elise at her art show, me at my college graduation, me and...I rip down the photo of me and Lucas before I can think about it.My
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Chapter 9
ELARA I stare at the message, fingers hovering over the keyboard. *Yes,* I type. Then delete it. *No,* I type and delete that too. Finally: *How did you know?* Three dots appear immediately. *I know everything about you, Elara. Including the fact that you're still at your desk, thinking too hard about tonight.* I turned to look around the office. Is he watching me somehow? Are they cameras here? Another text: *Relax. I'm not watching you. I just know how your mind works. You're overthinking this.* *There's a lot to think about,* I send back. *Stop thinking. Just come to me.* My hands are shaking. *This is insane.* *Yes.* *We could both lo
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Chapter 10
ELARA  "Honestly?" His hand comes up, fingers brushing my jaw. "I wasn't really sure you would come. That you'd realize after you get home what a monumental mistake you were making and decide to cut your losses."The vulnerability in his voice surprises me."And if I had?" I ask softly. "If I hadn't come?""Then I would've respected your decision." His thumb traces my lower lip. "After I finished losing my mind."Despite everything, I smile. "You don't strike me as someone who loses control easily.""I don't." His eyes bo
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