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Crossing the line

ผู้เขียน: D. Zhang
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-06-01 04:26:56

The room fell into an impossible silence. I was staring outside the window, watching the snow fall gently from the sky, covering the city in a blanket of pure white and tapping softly against the window pane. The kitchen was warm, and I was bundled in multiple layers of fabric from the night before. I crossed my arms around myself, trying to hold in the lingering chill. Kai stood nearby, saying nothing. He was a lot more comfortable in the silence than I was. Only the soft beeping of the oven a
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  • The C.E.O's Weakness    Back in his arms

    I stood frozen on the sidewalk long after the red Mini Cooper disappeared down the road, white exhaust still lingering in the cold air. Replacement. New installment. Enjoy the thrill while it lasts. The stranger’s mocking words kept echoing in my head like a bad song I couldn’t turn off. Who the hell was he? How did he know about me? And why did the thought of being “replaceable” sting so much?My phone was still ringing.Kai.I answered before I could overthink it.“Hello?”There was a short pause on the other end.“You sound off,” Kai said immediately, voice low and sharp. “What happened?”I hesitated, gripping the phone tighter. The stranger’s pitying smile flashed in my mind again.“Nothing. Just… ran into someone weird outside Othello’s place,” I muttered.“Someone weird,” Kai repeated. His tone shifted — darker, more dangerous. “Who?”“I don’t know. Some blonde guy with long hair. He said I was his ‘replacement’ and that I should enjoy the thrill while it lasts. He seemed to kno

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    A replacement.

    I opened the messages. Dick Head Boss: 10:35 am — Message deleted. 10:39 am — Message deleted. 11:01 am — What did you put on your dough to make it rise? I stared at the message for a while, a small smile forming on my face. Asher: I added yeast. Dick head Boss: typing… What is a yeast. I stared at his message in disbelief. How can one not know what yeast is? I immediately opened G****e, typed “yeast” in the search bar, and screenshots of packaged yeast popped up. I took a screenshot of the entire page on purpose — I wanted him to see that yeast was something he could easily look up. Asher: (photo) Dickhead Boss: typing… (Thumbs up emoji) Asher: Are you baking? Dickhead Boss: I made bread. Asher: Without yeast? (Multiple laughing emojis) Dickhead Boss: Yes. It’s bad. Asher: Come on, it can’t be that bad. Dick head Boss: (photo) He sent a picture of a flat, sad-looking piece of bread that had only taken the shape of the pan. Asher: Well, consider yourself Jewish. Th

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    In love?

    The morning light flashed through the blinds, forcing me to squint as my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden brightness. Soft rays of sunlight scattered across the curtains, sending gentle flashes into the room. Outside, I could hear the cheerful chirping and whistling of birds. One landed briefly on the windowsill, flapping its wings before flying away.There was a certain calm to the suburbs that the city could never match. It was in the way the breeze moved — slow, deliberate, like it knew exactly where it was going. The cold air soaked gently into my socks. I sat up, drawing my legs to my chest, trying to trap whatever warmth remained from the thick blankets.The door creaked open. Othello walked in, looking… happy. Really happy.When I had returned last night, he was already smiling. I was genuinely glad to see him again — more than I expected to be. But that wasn’t the only reason for his joy. He had been happy even before I arrived. During dinner, he kept smiling at nothing

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    Tiny little feelings

    He was holding two paper bags in his hands.“I—I brought us lunch,” Asher said, looking unsure of the words even as they left his mouth.“I didn’t ask for lunch.”“I know.”“So why did you get me one?”“Because you’re hungry.”“I’m not hungry—” I paused, letting my gaze drag slowly over him, eyes dark with lust. “—for food.”My voice dropped into a low, threatening growl. I watched with satisfaction as he choked on air, a deep blush staining his pale cheeks red. That blush was insanely arousing — especially when he tried so desperately to hide it from me.“You’re not hungry for food, then perhaps y—you may want something else—”“Yes.”“Oh… okay. What could that be? Maybe I could go get it for you.”My lips curved into a slow smirk.“It’s standing right in front of me. Right now.”“Huh?” His brows furrowed in that adorable, pretend-innocent way he always did. He knew exactly what I meant. He always did. It only made me want him more.I stood up, closing the distance between us in three

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    Illegitimate Son

    Kai's Pov:The jewelries were made in the States, but the gold came in large compressed blocks from Africa. It was almost a third of the price we’d pay from local mining sites or China. The cost of excavation was practically zero. Poor, hungry people didn’t know what they were standing on. All they knew was that shiny yellowish rocks buried deep underground could buy them a meal for the day. Men, women, and children worked with their bare hands, often falling sick from lead poisoning and dying slow, painful deaths.It had become a thriving market: underpaid, overworked artisinal miners on one side, and European and Chinese companies buying at criminally cheap prices on the other. It was slavery wearing a business suit. But we bought from them. Because that’s what everyone did. Giant business tycoons didn’t care about morality. They cared about maximizing profit.And I was one of them.Kai Voss — heir to the richest and most powerful family in the

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    Crossing the line

    The room fell into an impossible silence. I was staring outside the window, watching the snow fall gently from the sky, covering the city in a blanket of pure white and tapping softly against the window pane. The kitchen was warm, and I was bundled in multiple layers of fabric from the night before. I crossed my arms around myself, trying to hold in the lingering chill. Kai stood nearby, saying nothing. He was a lot more comfortable in the silence than I was. Only the soft beeping of the oven and the distant howl of the snowy breeze could be heard.I was glad when the awkward silence finally ended — the pastries were ready.I pulled on the oversized black oven mitts, shoving my hands into gloves that were twice the size of my hands. I opened the oven, and a wave of incredible warmth and ornate aroma flooded the room — banana, cinnamon, chocolate, and butter. It was an absolutely beautiful smell, rich and comforting, wrapping around me like a hug I didn’t know I needed.I gave Kai a co

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