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All Chapters of Rescued by the Forbidden CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

"Another one of these, bartender," Theresa said to the man behind the bar counter.He nodded, taking her tequila glass to pour her another shot."Don't you think that's enough for today?" A hoarse, baritone voice sounded near Theresa. She turned to see who the owner of the deliciously sexy voice was, the one who wanted to deprive her of having a wild night of drunkenness. But what she found was a delicious, succulent torso hidden by a tight dress shirt that allowed her to count every ab on his stomach. She bit her lower lip with desire."Oh, Bartender, this handsome guy here is trying to forbid me from celebrating my emotional freedom," she complained to the bartender, pointing at the man behind her."Salvior, I'm taking her home. Take care of things here."The bartender nodded in agreement.The man pulled her by the arm, leading her out of the nightclub. Theresa stammered in complaint, but she didn't have enough strength to fight against the man. He took her to his sports car and car

Chapter 2

Theresa woke up with a terrible headache, a consequence of her drunkenness from the previous night. She sat up in bed, grimacing, annoyed by the sunlight streaming through the window. She remembered very little; she had gone to a nightclub to drink and have some fun until a handsome man, whom she couldn't recall, took her home. But how did he know where she lived if she hadn't given him her address? That was a question she neither had the energy nor the condition to answer at that moment.After going to the bathroom and taking care of her needs, she left her bedroom. However, the smell of breakfast invading her nostrils without permission stirred her hungry stomach.With latent curiosity, she headed to the kitchen, and what was her surprise to find Hector with his back to her, shirtless, his muscles apparent. His jeans hung loosely on his waist; the scene excited her instantly."Dammit!" Theresa thought, running her tongue over her dry lips."Are you just going to stand there?" he ask

Chapter 3

Hector said goodbye to Theresa after lunch, leaving her with butterflies in her stomach and an expectation of seeing him again. Even though nothing had happened between them, the sexual tension present in the environment made both of them create a crazy desire to cross the line of the forbidden.As soon as she settled on her sofa, her phone beeped, informing her that she had just received a message. Annoyed at having to get up to get it, Theresa walked towards her kitchen counter that divided the living room from the kitchen. Unlocking the device, the following message appeared on the screen:AlbiaFriend, where are you?09:45 pmFollowed by another one:AlbiaTheresa MichaelsWHERE DID YOU GO?10:35 pmAnd there were a bunch more messages like that, with different times throughout the night and morning, plus, of course, one from a minute ago:AlbiaHiGirlfriendThis is serious, where are you?Theresa started typing a reply message to her best friend, Albia, but decided to delete it

Chapter 4

"Dammit, Salvior!" Hector roared, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his voice echoing in the now almost empty hall. "If everything was already sorted out, why the hell did you call me here? I was in the middle of my only day off this week!"Salvior, who had just finished speaking with the fire captain, turned with a carefree smile that only increased his friend's irritation. He leaned against the edge of a table, crossing his arms."Calm down, stormy. You're so worked up you even forgot you're half-owner of this place. And to answer your question, I called you for two reasons. First, so Captain Breed could see that the owner takes the establishment's safety seriously, even if it was a false alarm. Image is everything. And second..." His smile became broad and curiously youthful. "...For you to tell me about last night. In detail."Hector froze for a second, his fury giving way to sharp suspicion. He followed Salvior, who was now heading with light steps to the office on the

Chapter 5

He entered the room, which was in a frighteningly cozy semi-darkness. It was a silence that, for Hector, at that moment, was just another point of comfort and serenity, the perfect refuge for a soul in conflict.Hector walked towards his solid leather chair. He sat down, his body sinking slightly into the leather, and assumed an imposing posture that was a pure facade. His elbows rested on the arms of the chair, his fingertips joining under his chin. His eyes, normally so focused and alert, stared into emptiness; the framed portrait of his favorite baseball team on the opposite wall was nothing more than a formless blur."What the hell am I going to do with my life?" The question was a hoarse whisper, laden with an anguish that the room's silence seemed to absorb and amplify. How to deal with this desire that grew like an uncontrolled fire? How to honor the decades-long friendship with Johan while his mind was filled with the image of his daughter with lewd and sinful thoughts? He clo

Chapter 6

"Shit," the word escaped his lips in a hoarse whisper as he forced his body through a series of push-ups on the wooden floor of his home gym.His muscles burned, sweat streamed down his temples, gluing his dark hair to his forehead. He exercised with an almost self-destructive fury, as if he could sweat the memory of her out of his pores. Each repetition was an effort to replace the vision of Theresa's honey-colored eyes with the burn of lactic acid. But it was useless. At the peak of exhaustion, when his arms trembled and his chest heaved, it was the image of her neck, smooth and elegant, that surfaced, not the satisfaction of physical exertion.Giving up, he stood and went to the kitchen, wiping his face with a towel. The refrigerator was almost empty, a testament to his busy bachelor life. He grabbed a bottle of water and drank avidly, the cold liquid offering temporary relief. He then sat at the living room table, opening his laptop with the intention of reviewing the financial sp

Chapter 7

She needed to share it. She needed the sanity and the sharp humor of her best friend. She picked up her phone and dialed Albia's number."Hey there, liberated woman!" Albia's cheerful voice echoed down the line, without even a hello.Theresa laughed, a genuine, light sound she hadn't made in a long time."You already know?""Of course I know. The gossipy universe vibrates with news like this. Besides, your voice sounds different. It seems... lighter. Tell me everything."Theresa let herself fall onto the sofa, pulling her legs to her chest, and narrated the encounter with Ryan in front of the college. She described the ridiculous bouquet, his pathetic expression, and every cutting word she had spat out like a blade."And then, he was left there, with the roses morally wilting on the sidewalk. It was glorious, Albia. The book on Ryan is closed.""And may the next volume be much more interesting!" Albia exclaimed. There was a brief pause, and when she spoke again, her voice was softer,

Chapter 8

Theresa walked down the hallway for the fifth time, adjusting the dining table for the third time. The outfit she had chosen after three failed attempts was a masterpiece of calculated simplicity: tight jeans that hugged her curves and a thin knit top under a gray tank top, which left her shoulders bare and the thin strap of the top visible, suggesting more than it showed. It was casual, but undeniably sensual.With a final adjustment to the handle of one of the cutlery pieces, she went to the mirror in the entry hall. Her honey-colored eyes, normally so serene, had a gleam of nervous anticipation. A pang of doubt hit her. What was she doing? Seducing her father's best friend? The same person who had carried her home like a drunken burden just a few nights ago?She took a deep breath, watching her own reflection. The woman in the mirror was no longer the fragile, betrayed bride. She was someone who had made a decision."You can do this," she whispered to her image, her voice a thread

Chapter 9

Hector picked up the salad bowl to pass it to her, and their fingers briefly met on the dish. A jolt of awareness."Busy. It always is. The 'Inferno' demands a lot of attention, but Salvior handles things well," he replied, avoiding details. The nightclub was his world, a world she was not a part of, a world he suddenly didn't want to bring into that sacred apartment. "And you? Was that Brazilian Literature class as terrible as you expected?"She laughed, and the sound was like a ray of sunshine."Worse. I was late, but the professor was in a good mood. And, actually, it was somewhat productive. I'm working on a paper about the representation of women in Modernism, and I got some interesting ideas."He watched her speak, truly watched her. Her eyes shone with passion for the subject, her gestures were expressive. She was intelligent, not just beautiful. And that was infinitely more dangerous."Sounds complex," he commented, genuinely impressed. "Were you always so focused on your stud

Chapter 10

"Theresa..." he whispered, and her name sounded like both a warning and a prayer. A final appeal to a reason that was rapidly fading."Hector..." she replied, and it was not a request to stop. It was an invitation. A silent, powerful consent.It was the cue his flesh, not his mind, had been waiting for. Hector leaned in. Slowly, giving her, and himself, every chance to pull back. But Theresa did not pull back. On the contrary, she leaned in to meet him, her eyes closing in anticipation.Their lips were a hair's breadth from touching. The external world, the jazz, the scent of the candles, the city outside, disappeared. Everything shrank to that minuscule space between their mouths, to the shared heat, to the ragged breath mingling. He could almost taste her, the sweet flavor of wine and something that was intrinsically her.And then, at the exact moment their lips were finally about to meet, Hector's mind, treacherous and loyal, projected a sharp, painful image. It wasn't the smiling

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