All Chapters of The C.E.O's Weakness : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The bass thumped through the walls like a second heartbeat, the kind that never let you forget you were alive—even when you wished you could forget. I leaned against the polished black bar, polishing the same glass for the third time, watching the crowd pulse under the spinning disco ball. Neon green, electric blue, blood-red colors slicing through the haze of smoke and perfume.This was my kingdom. Or my cage. Either way, it paid the bills.My name is Asher. Twenty-four years old, and the only thing standing between my family and the street. 11 years ago, everything shattered. One night my father came home from his late shift at the warehouse, kissed my mother on the forehead, rubbed Nathan's hair and told me I was the man of the house now. He never made it to his bed. A single bullet to the back of the head in the alley behind our building, assassins, the police called it. No witnesses, no motive, just another unsolved file in a city that didn’t care about men like us. The company

The next morning felt dull and gray, like the city had forgotten to turn the lights back on. Customers drifted through the bar in sluggish waves—Wall Street guys in rumpled suits grabbing espresso shots, tourists fighting hangovers with Bloody Marys, regulars who treated the stools like their second living room. My head was a fog, thoughts looping on repeat. And him, the stranger, hogging every corner of my brain. His hands gripping my waist like he owned it. Hot breath ghosting my neck. The way those eyes claimed me without a single word. “Table 4—two old fashioneds and that ridiculous espresso martini thing,” Othello called from the other end of the counter, already shaking something like it owed him money. I blinked hard. I’d been staring at the same knot in the wood for God knows how long. “Shit—yeah. On it.” He slid over while I fumbled the jigger. Leaned in close, voice low and teasing. “Yo, Ash. You alive in there, or did last night actually kill you?” “Yeah. Fine. Just…

Kai's POV The moisture, slimy and slick wrapped around my hard cock, the tip shivering it's way up to his throat as his soft plump lips touched the base, fuck. I shuddered. He slid up and down, slowly, like he was trying to avoid gagging on it. With one hand resting behind my head, My other hand reached for his silky golden blonde hair, unfurling my hand into the volume and grabbing it firmly as I bopped his head up and down, controlling the pace, as fast as I want, and slow when I want it. My dick twitched in his mouth, I could feel the rough veins of my cock slid up into the soft upper shatmft if his throat, it aroused the tip so much that it began to pulse, I grabbed on his hair tight, not minding if it hurt, pressed his head down into my thighs, he choked, coughing out slime that ran from his mouth, to my cock and flowed down the base to my balls that tightened. I grabbed on his hair, not waiting for him to catch his breath as I forced his head down to lick up the goo he left from

I followed behind him, my legs moving reluctantly. I could feel the other employees’ eyes boring into my back, silently praying for me and hoping I’d come out alive. I hadn’t fully decided if I regretted stepping forward, but I was still convinced it had been the right thing to do. I watched the wide expanse of his shoulders as we walked. He was several inches taller than me, with a golden tan that contrasted sharply against my pale, pasty skin. With nothing else to occupy my mind except worry, unwanted thoughts of him flooded in. What a waste of good looks on such a total jerk. We stood silently in the elevator as it ascended. We were standing far too close. The small space made the air feel thick. When my hand accidentally brushed against his, heat burned across my skin. I quickly shifted away, creating a safer distance between us. He noticed. A flash of dissatisfaction crossed his eyes. I wondered if it annoyed him even more than he already was, but I didn’t care. I truly don’t gi

Even though I had worked for years at the bar, I had never been pushed into role-play this intense. Othello used to tell me stories about this kind of stuff, and I would always call him sick. Now, staring at the array of terrifying tools laid out on the bed, my breathing grew shallow. But I refused to show any fear. Let’s just get this over with. I climbed onto the bed. The mattress sank softly beneath my weight, luxurious as wool. I sat there awkwardly, unsure what to do next, hyper-aware of Kai’s predatory gaze burning across my skin. “Undress.” His voice was a low growl. I knew I was supposed to obey, but shame still flooded me. Yes, I was a purchased whore now, but I still had some dignity left — even if he chose not to see or respect it. Why am I even hesitating? Isn’t this what I signed up for? I didn’t expect him to say “please.” That would only complicate things and make everything more awkward. I stripped. First my shirt. I held it against my chest for a second before let