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

"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

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

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

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,

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