All Chapters of The CEO's Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damian watched her lips part at his words. Her cheeks flushed beautifully red to match her hair, and she fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. “I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation, Mr Steele,” Nicole whispered. Of course, his little assistant was all about being ‘appropriate’.“Damian,” he reminded her. “And I think it’s very appropriate. See, Nicole, that night on the roof, you went up in flames for me. You took everything I gave you, every single drop like you were made for me.”Nicole broke the gaze quickly and looked down at her hands in her lap. “You’re making things awkward. We still have to work together,” she said, frowning.“We’re adults. We know not to mix business with pleasure. What I say about your work is true. You’re the best Executive Assistant I have ever had, and I don’t want to lose you, no matter what happens between us. I have a contract in my bag stating this. This job is yours for however long you want it. Forever, if I get my way. All you have to

Damian selected the best bottle of whiskey in the drinks cabinet. When he closed it, his image in the mirror made him pause. There was a smile on his face that did not suit him. And it took him a moment to realise he was humming. He stopped humming and smiling, frowned at his reflection, and cleared his throat. This was just business. Four days of pure, unadulterated sex to make up for all those sleepless nights since he met Nicole. And then he would purge her out of his system. She owed him this much, at the very least.His lips twitched at the corners, the smile returning. He was only human. Anyone who’d not been satisfied in two years would have the same smile after such mind-blowing sex. Turning away from the mirrored cabinet, he walked across the lobby to the open doors of the balcony. There, he paused and watched the woman who was the cause of everything. Nicole leaned against the rail, looking over the expansive park quite a distance below them. New York was a city that neve

The absolute nerve of that man! Nicole seethed as she dragged her bag up the stairs. She really hoped he had been joking because what kind of psycho would think it was okay to invade someone’s privacy like that? Her body had already been sore from the weekend, so going up the stairs didn’t help. She was breathless when she finally walked down her hallway. The lights were flickering, but it was a surprise that they were on at all. She made it to her door and inspected it. There were no signs of a forced entry.She pulled her keys out of her bag and unlocked the door before bumping it open. And then she dropped her bags at the sight that met her. A bare room. Everything had been cleared, and the room was spotless. Someone had gone to the trouble of thoroughly cleaning every inch of this place. How had they even got into her apartment?She picked up her bags and walked further in as she looked around. Without any furniture in it, the room appeared a little bigger, and the emptiness mad

Nic freshened up in the bathroom, grateful that she had her own. There was still no one here, but she didn’t like the idea of walking out of her office looking like she did now.Her face in the mirror told the story exactly how it was. Though she had washed her face, her cheeks were still red, her eyes were too bright, and she was still shaky. Maybe she had given in to Damian too quickly, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret that. That had been an experience she would never have anywhere else. She would never look at her desk without remembering this. It was just sex, and it wouldn’t last, especially if Damian kept being so controlling, but the thrill of fucking in her office had been too much to ignore. It was so scandalous and nothing she would ever have contemplated before. And there was the fact that she could have this anytime she wanted. That thought alone was like an aphrodisiac. Having the lady thriller Damian Steel exclusively, anytime she wanted? Seeing that look in h

“So you actually did it? You had a dirty weekend with Mr Sex-On-Legs?”Nic buried her face in her palms as Casey brought a bottle of wine back to the table.“And it was so good, Case. I now understand why all those women keep hanging around. He was made for this. It’s his true calling; forget about being Mr CEO,” she sighed.“That good? Wow,” Casey laughed. “Better,” Nic said, accepting a glass. “You know the stuff you read about in dirty novels and turn your nose up because there’s just no way sex can be that good? Yeah. That’s Damian.”“I’m so proud of you.”She met Casey’s gaze before bursting into laughter. “Most people would be proud if someone got a new job or passed an exam. You’re proud that I had sex,” she laughed. “If you have that, everything else follows,” Case stated as they clinked glasses. “Trust me. There’s nothing a good roll in the sheets won’t fix.”Sipping her wine, she tucked her feet under her and settled comfortably on the sofa. It was already very late, so