All Chapters of The C.E.O's Weakness : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Cold concrete

The cab ride back was quiet, save for the low rumble of the engine. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, trying to fight off the chill. The thin shirt I wore did nothing against the cold night breeze that slipped through the cracked window. I’ve always been painfully sensitive to cold, yet too stubborn to do anything about it most times. With a tired sigh, I pressed the button to raise the window. First day. It had only been the first day, and already my life felt completely overturned. I could still feel the phantom bite of the cuffs on my wrists, the ache in my neck from how he had arched my back, the deep soreness inside me. Even now, alone in the back of this cab, my skin remembered his touch. It made me shudder violently. The bright, buzzing city lights gradually faded as we left the sophisticated downtown and entered the quiet suburbs. The streets here were dimly lit by only a few scattered bulbs. I had almost never slept at this house ever since Mom got sick. I rarely

Morning After

Flashes of light flickered across my face, cutting through the darkness once, then again. My eyes felt blind-shot, heavy and frozen. The frost was cracking into my skin. I didn’t have the strength to open them. I wasn’t even sure my eyelids could lift. I assumed it was a distant streetlight or maybe a patrol car. But then I heard footsteps. I jerked upright immediately. A tall figure stood over me, holding a flashlight. Who is this? Why are they here? It’s freaking 1 or 2 in the night. For a split second, my mind raced. Or was I being robbed? A dry, bitter laugh formed in my head. Even the robber would probably see my pathetic state and leave me a tip out of pity. The figure held the torch out as though surprised. Then I heard his voice. “What the fuck, man?” Othello’s voice cut through the silence, sounding exasperated and pressured. “What the fuck are you doing here outside on the floor at this time!!” I bowed my head, a sting of shame enveloping me. “I was evicted,” I said fla

Edible

“More than thirty minutes late, Asher.” His voice came from right beside me, sending sharp shivers racing down my spine. My head snapped toward him. His chin was propped high, staring down at me with that brazen, intimidating intensity that always made my stomach tighten. “I—” I opened my mouth, but the words refused to come out. My eyes were glued to his face. Older men were indeed very attractive. I hated how handsome he was. It robbed me of any resentment I wanted to hold onto for his shitty personality. “Is this where you live?” he asked, irritation clear in his tone. “And who is that man you were with?” His questions came almost too quickly, like anger was building. I couldn’t tell what annoyed him more — that I was poor, or that I was sharing a home with another man. “That’s my brother,” I lied through my teeth. It was the only reasonable thing to do. Otherwise, I’d have to go through the embarrassing and humiliating pain of explaining why I was sleeping at a friend’s house

Accused.

I sludged my head against the seat, resting it as I let the city drift past the window in a blur. I didn’t exactly know what to expect at this meeting, and I was nervous. No — “a bit nervous” was just my ego speaking. I was very nervous. Teeth-jittery, stomach-twisting nervous. I had never been to events like this. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, or if I was even expected to speak at all. I didn’t know if I would breathe too loudly, or too faintly. Really, rich people had etiquettes for everything. Why have so much money if you still had to live by a painful amount of redundant rules? The car slowly came to a stop, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. Kai looked at me for a brief moment. His eyes lingered longer than usual, like he wanted to say something but decided against it. He stepped out. I followed from the other side, and we slammed the doors shut in synchrony. I decided not to follow behind him like a lost rabbit. I’m an entire man. He may be a few years ol

Mr saviour

.The man pulled the diamond ring up high, holding it for everyone to see. The entire table gasped audibly. I felt my blood run cold, draining from my face all the way down to my feet. How could— how is that possible? I stared wide-eyed at the spectacle that had just been pulled from the breast pocket of my suit. I was completely at a loss for words. “You can never really trust these peasants,” the grey-headed woman spat. “A snake may shed its skin, but its venom remains.” She spoke like she was hinting at something else — at someone else in the room. “It was right beside me,” Lieutenant Vance pressed a hand to his chest, his voice climbing with genuine distress. “I would have assumed I’d misplaced it somewhere. My God — if my wife had heard… our wedding ring—” He shook his head. For a man who dined with government officials and made decisions that affected real people, he was remarkably close to tears over a piece of jewelry. I couldn’t just stand there and accept the blame. I di

Wet Desires

Kai’s hands were rough against my skin—calloused palms scraping over my ribs like he wanted to brand me, to devour every inch of flesh until nothing was left unmarked. He wasn’t gentle. He gripped my waist hard enough to leave bruises, squeezing the flesh of my ass with both hands as he lifted me clean off the ground. My legs dangled uselessly in the air, toes barely brushing the floor. God, he was so strong. The thick, heavy length of his cock dragged along the cleft of my ass through the thin fabric of his pants, hot and insistent, sending electric shivers racing up my spine.He felt the way my body reacted and grinned against my mouth—dark and predatory. Even through layers of clothes, the rigid heat of him made my thighs twitch and my hole moist..With one aggressive shove, he threw me onto the bed. I bounced once on the mattress, breath knocked out of me, before he was already ripping his own clothes off. The sound of fabric tearing filled the dim back room—shirt buttons scatt

Please Sir

He caressed my face with his thumb, rubbing his cum in slow, deliberate circles across my skin before pushing it into my mouth. “That was fun,” he said, his voice edged with deep satisfaction and pleasure. I couldn’t look up at him. I also couldn’t push him away. This was exactly what I had signed up for — to be his sex slave. He would have me wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and however he wanted. It didn’t matter how I felt about it. He finally released my face from his grip, letting me fall back onto the bed. I was already slumped, tired and exhausted. He got up and made his way to the bathroom. My body ached. My knees trembled as I lay shamelessly on his bed, legs spread apart, used and broken. I couldn’t explain why I was folding this much — begging, crying, shaking. The thought jolted me with shame and embarrassment. I was almost pissed off. Annoyed with him, but mostly with myself. Yet I couldn’t control it. Kai’s dominating aura, his hands, his voice, his build, his

Dark Fate

My body shook violently in his arms, legs spread apart as I watched my own cum drip down from his muscular torso, sliding slowly over his abs. My hands were wrapped tightly around his neck and the muscles of his back. Suddenly hyper-aware of the intimacy, I loosened my grip. It was embarrassing. I didn’t know how to adjust to this — that I would do all of this and then have to look him in the face tomorrow, and the day after. In the bar, I never had to see the same customer again after a one-night stand. But now, I would be forced to do this again and again with him — sharing the same breath, being seized into hot kisses, and having him pump load after load into my ass. And yet… it felt good. I hated admitting it. Maybe it’s just the weather and hormones. I usually get like this sometimes. “So fast?” he said in that deep, seductive voice, his warm breath brushing the shell of my ear. “I was only getting started.” He carried me to the bathtub. The bathroom was unrealistically large.

The Silver Watch

It made sense not to leave tonight. I won’t say I wasn’t hesitant — it was too deep into the night to wander out there anyway. But tomorrow… tomorrow I would leave. I looked up at him. He was still blocking the exit, one hand resting on the door, holding it shut. I had practically gotten out of house arrest only to get arrested again in Kai’s room. “Fine,” I said, my shoulders dropping in defeat. I walked over to the couch, sat down, and took off my shoes, then my pants. I lay quietly, resting my head on the pillow as I watched him climb into his massive bed wearing only underwear. He was shirtless. I don’t understand him. Today he was chasing me out of his room, tomorrow he was insisting I stay. I shut my eyes, completely exhausted from the day’s activities. It had been an entire roller-coaster — surprises packed and hidden into every single minute. I tried to sleep, but the only thing I could think about was Mum. The last time I saw the doctor, he had told me about the new treatme

Not Such A Dickhead

I heard the horn outside. It came twice, in that same familiar pattern I was now beginning to get too used to. Zegler, Kai’s driver, was waiting. I was soon going to forget what it felt like using cabs and hopping on trains because Zegler was always there. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like being treated like a wandering child who needed constant supervision. “Good morning,” I said as I entered the car. I only said it because sitting in complete silence felt too awkward, like we were both emotionless robots. But I quickly realized I was the only one who felt that way. He didn’t respond to my greeting — not in a hostile way, just in the quiet, detached manner that said he had heard me and would prefer to carry on with his day as usual. I had almost never seen the Asian man say more than a few words. He was always like this — hands steady on the wheel, empty expression, half-opened eyes. He drove off with his usual efficient speed. The company wasn’t far from the penthouse. It would only

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