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Little Bartender.

Penulis: D. Zhang
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-11 05:55:39

Kai seemed to attend more meetings and soirées than there were days in the week.

These past two weeks had grown quieter, at least on the surface. No one had been shot during a meeting. No agendas had shifted with sudden violence. And Kai hadn’t spared me even a single glance. He treated me exactly like what I was: a mediocre employee who performed poorly. That was technically true—except for the one night he had fucked me so hard I still felt the ghost of his hands on my skin whenever he entere
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  • The C.E.O's Weakness    Not so special

    I woke up with a lump in my throat.It had been there before I even opened my eyes — this pressure, sitting somewhere stupid and irrational in my chest, this giddy thing that made it hard to swallow. I lay there for a second. I knew what it was. I wasn't going to name it.I got up and made breakfast.The sandwich came together on autopilot — fast, light, I had to get to work — and I was halfway through it when Nathan's voice popped into my head completely unprompted: "my brother makes the best sandwiches, have you tasted my brother's sandwich?" His face when he'd said it. That ridiculous, unselfconscious pride.And then Kai, dry as ever: "He didn't include it in his resume."I looked at the bread in my hands.There's no way he'll want this. I mean — he's an entire billionaire. He has chefs. Imported ones, probably, people who trained somewhere expensive and Parisian and nothing like my kitchen. This sandwich would taste like flavored dust to him. It was a stupid idea, I don't even kno

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    Whatever he's having

    I put my clothes back on.qMy body felt wrong inside them — too large, too aware of itself, every nerve still humming. My legs were unreliable. My hair was a disaster I smoothed down with one hand and mostly failed to fix. I didn't look at Kai while I dressed.He was already back in his chair by the time I turned around.Suit jacket on. Shirt crisp. Not a single hair displaced. He looked exactly as he had at eight this morning — composed, remote, unreadable — like the last hour had been a minor scheduling interruption he'd already filed away. I stared at him for a beat longer than I should have.How.His phone was at his ear. I caught the tail end of it — "there's a mess in my office, come take care of it" — and I frowned, already moving toward the scattered paperwork, righting a toppled chair."There's no need for that," I said. "I'll handle it."He lowered the phone. His eyes found me — a single measured look, the kind that didn't move but somehow took in everything."You'll get bac

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    Steamy office

    He bent me over the table, my spine curving into a perfect arch, palms flat against the wood. The surface was cool beneath my skin — a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off him behind me.The drawer slid open.What— I heard the soft click of a cap. Does he keep that there? Always? My mind scrambled for an answer to a question that didn't matter, because then the lube hit — cold and slick — poured directly against me, and every coherent thought dissolved. His thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles, working it into my crack, coating me until I was wet and shaking and braced for what came next.Two fingers pressed in.They were thick, unyielding — and I closed around them immediately, my body greedy before my brain could catch up. He drove them deep, then dragged them back out with excruciating patience. My legs trembled. My cock hung heavy between my thighs, already leaking, a thin thread of precum catching the light. He crooked his fingers and my knees nearly buckled.Then I felt

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    On his Command

    My alarm blared angrily, the sharp electronic tone slicing through the haze like a knife.I jolted upright, then immediately collapsed sideways, too exhausted to even sit properly. Crawling across the sheets on all fours, I reached the nightstand and slammed my palm down on the alarm until the noise finally died.I slid off the bed and lay sprawled on the cool floor, arms limp above my head, fingers still brushing the edge of the table. My body felt like jelly—limbs heavy and numb, every muscle aching with a deep, delicious soreness. My eyes refused to stay open, fluttering against the morning light filtering through the curtains.What the hell happened last night?Fragments rushed back in vivid flashes: the surprise party at Roger’s Bar, colorful confetti spiraling through the air like glittering snow, the pounding bass of loud music vibrating through my chest, endless rounds of alcohol burning down my throat… and then Kai.My eyes snapped wide open.Sex.Raw, brutal, unforgettable s

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    Wet Desires

    Kai’s hands were rough against my skin—calloused palms scraping over my ribs like he wanted to brand me, to devour every inch of flesh until nothing was left unmarked. He wasn’t gentle. He gripped my waist hard enough to leave bruises, squeezing the flesh of my ass with both hands as he lifted me clean off the ground. My legs dangled uselessly in the air, toes barely brushing the floor. God, he was so strong. The thick, heavy length of his cock dragged along the cleft of my ass through the thin fabric of his pants, hot and insistent, sending electric shivers racing up my spine.He felt the way my body reacted and grinned against my mouth—dark and predatory. Even through layers of clothes, the rigid heat of him made my thighs twitch and my hole moist..With one aggressive shove, he threw me onto the bed. I bounced once on the mattress, breath knocked out of me, before he was already ripping his own clothes off. The sound of fabric tearing filled the dim back room—shirt buttons scatt

  • The C.E.O's Weakness    Birthday wishes

    The date glowed on my screen: 2nd November.My birthday.I couldn’t remember the last time I had celebrated one. After a certain age, they stopped feeling like something worth marking—childish, pointless. Yet today the weight of it pressed on me anyway.On the corner of my desk sat the small dancing figurine my father had given me on my tenth birthday. I picked it up, turning it slowly in my hands. The tiny lady spun under the light, graceful and endless. Memories flooded in uninvited.Dad walking through the door after a long shift. Me running to him, arms wide. Nathan giggling in the kitchen with Mom. Dad pulling the wrapped box from behind his back, placing it in my hands. The pure joy that exploded out of me as I jumped around the tiny living room. We had so little back then, but we had each other. One small, happy family. I used to tell them I would become a doctor one day and take us all around the world.Now the figurine felt cold and heavy. Staring at it, I felt hollow—like li

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