All Chapters of TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 ELARA   I haven't been to his penthouse in four days. It's been four days since that Tuesday night when we established "ground rules" that never actually got discussed because we were too busy tearing each other's clothes off. It's been four days of him texting me to "come over" and four days of me responding, "We need to talk first." Tonight, he finally agreed to talk. 

ELARA Week one of our "arrangement" is the hardest thing I've ever done. By day, I'm Elara Blake, Senior Marketing Manager. I attend meetings, review campaigns, and collaborate with my team. I'm professional, focused, and competent. And I pretend the CEO doesn't exist. We pass in hallways without acknowledgment. We sit in the same conference room during the Monday morning executive briefing, and I don't look at him once. When he sends company-wide emails, I respond with the same formal courtesy as everyone else. But it's torture. Because I know what he looks like when he loses control. I know the sounds he makes when he comes. I know that underneath those expensive suits is a body I've memorized with my hands and mouth. And he knows the same about me. "Earth to Elara." I blink, focusing on James, who's waving a hand in front of my face. "Sorry, what?" "I said, Are you okay? You've been distracted all week." He's looking at me with concern. "I thought you sorted out your issu

ELARA  The black town car is waiting for me at exactly 7 PM. The driver—a stoic man in his fifties named Thomas—opens the door for me without a word. I slide into the backseat, and the door closes with an expensive, solid thunk.The privacy partition is up. I'm alone with my thoughts as the car glides through Manhattan traffic.My phone has been buzzing all afternoon. Elise called twice. James texted three times asking if I'm okay. Even Jennifer,

ELARA Damien’s eyes flare with raw hunger at my words, the kind that makes my pulse thunder in my throat. He doesn’t speak. He simply moves.One second I’m standing between his thighs; the next, my back meets the cool glass of his floor-to-ceiling window, fifty-eight stories above the city. The skyline glitters behind me like a carpet of diamonds, but all I can feel is the hard, unyielding heat of him pressing me into the glass.“Stay right there,” he orders against my ear, his voice low and lethal.I obey instantly, the city sprawling beneath me, exposed and dizzying. Anyone with the right angle and a pair of binoculars could see us. The thought sends a fresh rush of slick heat between my legs.He steps away only long enough to open the top drawer of his desk. My breath catches when I see what he pulls out: a length of midnight-blue silk rope, soft as water bu

ELARA  He's quiet for a moment, studying my face. Then he sighs. "Board meeting. Today. Some members are questioning the Reed investigation. Wanting an independent review." My stomach drops. "Because of us?" "Because someone is feeding them information and encouraging them to create problems." His jaw tightens. "I have my suspicions about who." "What does an independent review mean?"