All Chapters of Seducing My Ex-boyfriend's Father : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The room was quiet, except for the low, rhythmic thrum of the bass vibrating through the walls from the club below. He didn’t say anything else. He just looked at me with an intensity that made my skin flush. He reached out, his large hand sliding firmly behind my neck, and pulled me into a hard, deep kiss. His lips were hot and demanding, tasting faintly of the whiskey he’d been drinking. I gasped into his mouth, my hands reaching up to grip his shoulders. I could feel the solid muscle of his frame beneath his suit jacket. He broke the kiss for only a second, his breath hitching as he moved his mouth to the sensitive curve of my ear. "I’m going to make you forget everything else," he whispered, his voice is low. His hands moved to the zipper at the back of my dress. The sound of the metal teeth sliding down was sharp in the small space. He pushed the silk fabric off my shoulders, letting it pool at my waist. I felt the cool air of the room hit my bare skin for a split second befo

One week had passed since the occurrence of that absolute, waking nightmare. During those seven long and lonely days, I did not permit myself to leave the confines of my condominium unit even once. I simply allowed the polished floor to be cluttered and covered with messy, discarded sketchpads and pieces of charcoal. I chose to focus all my remaining energy on the creation of more paintings, pouring every ounce of my frustration and heartbreak into the blank canvases until they were filled with color and pain. I decided to call my manager, Mr. Sanchez. I told him very clearly that I needed a new exhibit immediately. I did not want it to be held in the small, quaint gallery I had used previously for my past work. Instead, I wanted it at the prestigious Metropolitan Art Hall. That is the exclusive place where only the elite members of high society and the wealthiest patrons of the arts are allowed to enter. "Primrose, are you truly sure about this sudden decision? Don't you think you

As the new secretary of Lysander Gray Castellano, I found myself entering a world that was entirely foreign to my artistic soul. He had agreed to keep me close to him, and I intended to make the most of every single second. Today was my very first day at the Castellano Group. As I stood in front of the giant mirror in my condominium, I carefully examined my reflection. I had chosen my outfit with great intention. I wore a cream-colored blouse with a neckline that was perhaps a bit deeper than standard office wear, paired with a black pencil skirt that hugged my hips tightly. This was not the typical corporate attire one would expect in a high-stakes boardroom, but it was exactly what I needed for my mission. I needed to be a distraction. I needed to be impossible to ignore. The building of the Castellano Group was significantly taller than any of the other structures surrounding it, standing like a monument to power in the heart of the city. With every step I took through the marbl

When we returned to the office from the South Point site, the penthouse floor of the Castellano Group was wrapped in a kind of silence that was deafening. Only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the sound of Lysander tapping on his laptop could be heard. Lysander removed his coat and hung it on the back of his chair. This was followed by the loosening of his tie. I watched his every move, from the tightening of his shoulders to the opening of the first two buttons of his polo shirt, which revealed his fair and firm chest. "Ms. Zobel, I need those site reports finalized tonight. I cannot show unfinished work to the board tomorrow at eight o'clock," he ordered without looking at me. "Yes, Sir. But... haven't you noticed the time? It is almost eight o'clock in the evening," I replied as I slowly approached his desk. I intentionally dropped my bag on the floor to have an excuse to bend over in front of him. In that position, I knew he could clearly see the curves of my body in th

I snatched my phone from my bag and pulled up my Viber chat with Luisa. I had to tell her right away before I completely lost my mind from the sheer mixture of excitement and stress. “Bestie! You won't believe what just happened!” I texted, my fingers shaking violently as I typed out the words. Less than a minute passed before my phone vibrated in my palm. The girl was already calling. "Hello, bestie?! What is it?! What's the tea?!" Luisa’s voice blasted through the line without a single second of greeting. She was speaking so loudly that I was incredibly grateful the area around my table was soundproofed. "No! This is way bigger than that!" I whispered fiercely, throwing a quick glance toward the heavy door of Lysander’s private office to make sure he couldn't hear a single word. "My mom called earlier during lunch. She's forcing me to attend Zinnia’s birthday party this coming Saturday." "What?! Are your parents completely out of their minds?!" Luisa roared from the other end,