CHAPTER 2; THE CEO'S PRIVATE PATIENT

Chloe's pov

I got ready for work the next morning, the familiar routine a small mercy. I was good at my job—sharp, focused—and for a few hours, it kept the rest of my life from pressing too hard against my thoughts.

I had just sat down at my desk and started sorting the day’s files when Lia appeared, leaning against the partition with that knowing smile she always wore when she wanted to get under my skin.

“Chloe, you look hot today,” she said. “I bet the new CEO falls for you at first glance.”

I forced a smile. “I’m married.” The words tasted bitter, but I kept my voice even. Everyone knew the new boss was Richard Thomson—my husband’s old friend. I had never met him in person.

A few minutes later, the whole floor gathered near the entrance. Nothing could have prepared me for the moment he walked through the doors.

It was him,the gynaecologist from yesterday.

My stomach dropped. Of course. The Thomsons owned half the private hospitals in the city. I kept my head down, praying he wouldn’t recognize me, but he did.

His eyes found mine the second he stepped into the lobby. He walked straight toward me, voice calm and absolute.

“You. Come with me to my office.”

A few colleagues smiled, clearly assuming the sudden summons was about my work. I followed in silence, every step tightening the knot in my chest.

The moment the door closed behind us, he crowded me against the desk. His breath brushed my ear as he spoke, low and certain.

“From today, you’re my personal secretary.”

I swallowed. “I don’t know if I can, sir. That role is… new to me.”

“I’m the boss.” His tone left no room for argument. “If you don’t like it, quit.”

My pulse hammered against my throat. “I’ll be in your office tomorrow,” I whispered.

That night, the apartment was empty again. I tried to push the day out of my mind the only way I knew how. I reached for the drawer, pulled out my toys, and let myself sink into the familiar rhythm of pleasure.

I was close—breathing hard, body tightening—when my phone rang.

Richard’s name lit the screen.

In my haste, I answered instead of silencing it, the soft, broken sounds of my almost-climax still spilling into the open line.There was a pause on the other end.

Then his voice, quiet and knowing.

“Chloe… what are you doing?”

I froze, but my body betrayed me, still trembling on the edge.

“You left early,” he continued, the sarcasm soft and deliberate, “just so you could go home and do that.”

Embarrassment burned through me, yet I managed a shaky, “Sir… did you need something?”

“I’m checking on my employees’ health,” he said, pausing briefly. “And my friend’s wife.”

The silence stretched, thick with everything unspoken.Then, in that same commanding tone he had used in the office:

“Continue what you were doing.”

I could hear him zipping his pants as he mimicked my sounds, stroking his dick, moaning right along with me while he talked me through it.

“Follow me… deep breath and hold it… "Stay with me…" Keep breathing through it… do you feel that?” he said, voice low and steady.

“Boss, can we stop now, please?” I moaned shamelessly, my breath catching hard in my throat from the intensity.

“No. Keep going,” he said, firm and unyielding.

“Richard, please—” I begged, already at my wit’s end, body trembling.

“Do you feel that?” he asked again, teasingly, the edge of a smirk in his voice.Not long after, we both climaxed together. My body kept shaking from the pleasure, after shocks rolling through me while I struggled to catch my breath.

Just then, I could hear William shouting my name, his voice carrying down the hall. “Chloe? Are you back?”

My heart jumped. “Richard, he’s back—I have to go,” I whispered urgently, already scrambling to fix my clothes.

“Why panic?” he teased, that low, amused edge still in his voice. “Would you like to keep going and let him watch us?”

Before I could answer, the door opened, and William walked in. His eyes narrowed the second he saw us. “What do you think you are doing?”

I forced a weak smile and pressed a hand to my forehead. “Oh… I have a fever,” I replied, trying to sound convincing.

“Stay away from me then,” William yelled, taking a step back. “You always manage to spoil my mood.”

He turned and left the room without another word, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence that followed felt heavy. A moment later Richard’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen, then looked at me with that same calm, knowing expression.

“Meet me in the office tomorrow,” he said quietly.

I got up the next day and left earlier than usual, doing my best to avoid William. The office had its own private suite attached, and the moment I stepped inside, I was met with his clothes neatly arranged on the bed. My eyes landed on his boxers.

Curiosity got the better of me—I wanted to know his size—so I picked them up and brought them to my nose, inhaling the lingering scent of him.

Just then, I heard my name called from the inner room. Before I could think twice, I hurried toward the sound. Richard was just coming out of a hot bath, still tying a towel low around his hips. He spotted his underwear in my hands and let out a low, amused laugh.

“Do you like it?” he teased.

Oh my God, I screamed silently in my mind. I needed a cold shower. Right now.

He closed the distance between us in a few slow steps, water still beading on his skin, eyes locked on mine.

“How did your little workout go yesterday?” he asked, voice soft and teasing.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I replied, denying it even as heat still lingered on my skin.

He chuckled, low and knowing. “As your doctor, I believe you need a bit of follow-up.”

“Don’t move,” he said.

I pushed him away, trying to put some distance between us and escape the situation, but he only smiled and held out a sleek black dress. As his secretary I was expected to appear with him.

“Cocktail party tonight. You’re coming with me,” he said.

“Isn’t your PR supposed to do this?” I asked, still catching my breath.

“Well… this is your job now,” he whispered against my ear, the warmth of his breath making me shiver. “Change. Don’t keep me waiting.”

That was the final thing he said before he stepped back and gave me privacy. Even that didn’t last long.

He walked in while I was still changing, the door clicking shut behind him. His eyes locked onto me instantly, dark with open desire that made my breath catch.

“Why did you come in?” I asked, clutching the dress against my chest.

“Need a hand, ma’am?” he teased, voice low and rough.

Before I could answer, he closed the distance, strong hands lifting me effortlessly and setting me on the edge of the table. He spread my legs wide, stepping between them as his mouth claimed mine in a deep, hungry kiss. I tried to match him, but I couldn’t keep up—the heat of him. The way his tongue stroked against mine left me trembling and breathless.

“Please, Richard… stop it… I can’t take it,” I moaned against his lips, my hands fisting in the towel still around his waist.

“What are you afraid of?” he retorted softly, pulling back just enough to look at me. “I’m your doctor, remember? And I think it’s time for the next phase of your treatment.”

“Relax,” he murmured, trailing a slow kiss along my jaw. “I just thought…" Since you owe me for taking my things without permission, a little payback is only fair. "”

“What pay?” I asked, genuinely confused, my pulse racing.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached into the drawer beside us, pulled out a sleek vibrator, and pushed it slowly, deliberately inside me until it was seated deep. The sudden stretch and the low hum that followed made my back arch.

“You’re not allowed to take it off,” he said firmly, eyes never leaving mine.