All Chapters of His Cold CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Twelve: The Rules Are BreakingPOV: Elias VossElias didn’t flinch when Noah entered the conference room.He didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge the way the younger man’s presence made the space feel smaller, warmer, harder to breathe in. He simply gestured to the open chair beside him and continued reviewing the quarterly brief like his pulse wasn’t hammering against his wrist.Noah sat without speaking. Good. That meant he was still smart enough to be cautious.Still obedient—on the surface.Elias hated how much he noticed the subtle things now. The way Noah’s fingers tapped against the side of his tablet. The faint wrinkle in his collar. The quick sideways glance he tried to suppress when their shoulders nearly touched.It wasn’t professionalism that kept them apart.It was the illusion of it.---The regional director was droning on about projections.Elias didn’t hear a word.He was too busy remembering the sound Noah made when he kissed him. That soft, involuntary sound h

Chapter Fourteen: Not Yours. Still Mine.POV: Elias VossElias hadn’t heard a word since Noah walked into the ballroom.Not the keynote speaker. Not the orchestra. Not the glass in his hand.All he saw was him.Noah in black—sharp suit, no tie, top button undone. His hair a little messier than usual, like he’d styled it and then run his hands through it anyway. There was color in his cheeks, something light in his smile.He wasn’t standing near Elias.He was laughing with someone else.And that, Elias decided, was intolerable.---He tracked every second of it.The way Noah leaned just a little too close to that junior analyst. The flick of his wrist around a champagne glass. The way the other man touched his back, lower than professional, and Noah didn’t step away.It was all perfectly innocent.And completely unacceptable.By the time dinner was served, Elias hadn’t touched a thing.He barely registered Naomi muttering something about him “glowering like a villain from a Netflix thr

POV: Elias Voss Elias watched the city from the penthouse window like it owed him something. The lights blurred into lines, streaks of gold and steel across the glass. Beneath him, millions of people moved through lives they would never know were beneath his boot. But none of that mattered. Not tonight. Not when the only thing he could think about was Noah’s voice—breathless, shaking, saying please. And the look on his face when Elias pulled away. --- He poured a drink. Didn’t touch it. His jaw ached from clenching. His palms itched with restraint. He wanted to touch Noah again. Not just to tease. Not just to possess. He wanted to know him—how he kissed when he wasn’t cornered, how he moaned when he wasn’t muffling it, how he would sound falling apart with no one watching but Elias. But that wasn’t allowed. That was the rule. Because men like Elias Voss didn’t get to want. --- His father had made sure of that. “Control is currency,” the old man used to say. “Desire m

Chapter Eighteen: After the FirePOV: Elias VossElias woke before the sun.He always did.Routine had been his religion long before ambition became his currency.But this morning, the rhythm was off.He wasn’t alone.Warm skin brushed his side. A soft exhale, the faintest shift of breath against his shoulder. Noah slept curled half on his chest, lips slightly parted, one hand tucked between them like they’d always slept like this.Elias stared at the ceiling.He didn’t move.He couldn’t.---The air between them was quiet, but it wasn’t empty.Last night hadn’t been a mistake.It had been inevitable.Every time he told himself to stop, to wait, to retreat — Noah pulled him back in without trying. Just by being there. Sharp tongue, softer eyes. Loyal. Infuriating. Honest in ways Elias hadn’t allowed himself to be in years.And last night...Elias could still feel the sound Noah made when he came apart in his arms. Could still taste the sweat on his skin, the tremble in his voice, the

Chapter twenty: The First BlowPOV: Elias VossThe email came through at 6:17 p.m.Elias was still at his desk, tie loose, jacket draped over the back of his chair. The office had emptied out hours ago, but he liked the quiet. It gave him room to think. Or try to.The subject line was blank.The sender: unknown.He almost deleted it.But then he saw the attachment.IMG_0471.pngAnd the message:> "Not everyone in your company is blind. Keep your secrets closer."---He opened the photo.And froze.It was grainy, but unmistakable.Him and Noah. On the penthouse balcony during the gala. Elias’s hand gripping the back of Noah’s neck. Their mouths close. Too close.Not kissing. But everything about the image screamed intimacy. Possession.Desire.His stomach turned.Someone had been watching. Had a camera. Had waited.And now they were warning him.Or threatening him.---He stood slowly, hands curled into fists. The light in the office suddenly felt harsh. Everything too sharp.He shut t