All Chapters of One Night with the Young CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The night was loud, too loud, and Sarah Smith felt every beat of the music pounding through her body as she stumbled out of the club. The air outside was sticky with Manila humidity, heavy and unkind, clinging to her skin. Her head spun, the world tilting and swaying as if it wanted to throw her off balance.She fumbled with her phone, squinting at the glowing screen. A car was coming. Black. Sleek. Plate number blurred in her drunken haze.Headlights cut across the curb. A luxury sedan slid smoothly to a stop, its paint gleaming beneath the streetlamps. Relief flooded her chest. “Finally,” she muttered, tugging open the back door with more strength than grace.She collapsed onto cool leather seats that smelled too rich, too clean for an ordinary cab. A musky, cedar scent wrapped around her, warm and expensive.“Drive me home,” she whispered, her head falling back, eyelids heavy.The driver turned his head slightly. Not old. Not balding. Not at all what she expected. Instead, he was s

Sarah groaned as sunlight stabbed through the thin curtains, the brightness slicing into her pounding head. Her mouth was dry, her body heavy with the kind of ache that only too much liquor could deliver. She rolled onto her side, clutching her temples, muttering a curse under her breath.What the hell had she done last night?Fragments came back in jagged flashes, the taste of whiskey, neon lights, laughter that wasn’t hers. A pair of hands guiding her into a car. The warmth of a body too close. Lips on hers. Heat. Skin. Pleasure so intense it blurred into a dream.Her stomach dropped.She turned again, burying her face into the pillow, until a sharp, metallic clink cut through the silence.Her eyes flew open.The sound came again, faint but unmistakable. The rattle of metal against wood.Sarah sat up, heart hammering. She blinked against the sunlight, forcing her eyes to adjust, and that was when she saw him.A man.A man was in her bed.No—not just a man.He was half-sitting, half-

Sarah knelt at the edge of the bed, her body trembling as though the air itself weighed on her shoulders.She couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe she was here, forty-five years old, divorced, hungover, and staring at the bare, beautiful feet of a man half her age, cuffed to her bed like some fever dream she had no right to live.Liam’s head leaned back against the headboard, his gray-blue eyes dark and steady on her, but he said nothing. His chest rose and fell, broad and perfect, his body stretched taut by the restraints. It should have been intimidating. But it wasn’t his chest, or his abs, or the cut of his hips that held her.It was lower.Her gaze locked where it shouldn’t. Where she had sworn she would never look again.His feet.Long, masculine, perfectly shaped. The toes slender and neatly trimmed, the faint veins visible across the top, the subtle pinkness of his arches. Strong, elegant, and beautiful.Sarah’s throat went dry.She hated herself for it. Or ra

Sarah’s lips lingered against the damp skin of Liam’s arch, her breath hot and uneven, her pulse a desperate rhythm inside her chest. She had crossed the threshold, and there was no undoing it now. Her tongue had already tasted him, her shame already burned away in the heat of his moans. And, those moans. They weren’t gentle sounds. They were violent. Raw. Torn from somewhere deep in his chest where control did not exist. Every guttural note of them echoed through her bones, feeding the wildfire that had been buried inside her for decades. She clung to his ankle as if the world might rip her away, her lips parting again to press another trembling kiss to his sole. Her tongue followed, a slow drag over the high arch that had already made him buck helplessly moments ago. “Uggghhhhhh—fuck—Sarah—” His voice cracked, reverberating off the walls, heavy with disbelief and need. His thighs flexed hard, his legs straining against the sheets. The leather cuffs rattled against the headboard

Sarah’s chest rose and fell in ragged waves. Her palms trembled as she braced them against the mattress, still tasting him on her lips, still feeling his shuddering moans vibrating inside her bones.She couldn’t believe what she’d just done. Couldn’t believe the sound of him, Liam, though she didn’t even know his name yet, still echoed in her ears, wrecked and desperate.Her hands, the same hands that held beating hearts in the operating room, had clutched his ankle as though her life depended on it. Her mouth, the one she used to deliver stern commands in surgeries, had just worshiped a man’s body like a woman starved.Her pulse thundered in her throat. She felt both ashamed and alive.Before she could catch her breath, another knock. Her head jerked up, heart slamming harder.“Dr. Smith?!” a woman’s voice pierced through the door. “It’s Bella. Are you inside? You’re late—this is the first time you’ve ever been late!”Sarah’s blood froze. Bella. Her secretary.“Oh God,” Sarah whispe