All Chapters of THE CEOS’ SECRET BABY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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A PROPERTY OF HIS.

AVA POV. An annoying persistent buzzing beside me caused my eyes to slowly flatter open. My hand slowly stretched out to the nightstand as i tried to turn the noise off but it persisted. Sunlight was filtering through the bedroom curtains and judging from the empty side of the bed, i knew Matthew had already slipped out. After a few minutes of self motivation, I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I picked up my phone but immediately regretted why I did when the screen unlocked. Thirty seven missed calls. All from an unlisted number but i knew better than t wonder whose it was. How did Serge even get my number. We never talked on phone before. Taking a deep breathe, I let my thumb hover over the voicemail icon but against my better judgment and the throbbing ache in my chest, i pressed play. “Ava, where are you! We need to go.” “Ava,am not playing fucking games get the fuck back to me.” I huffed in annoyance before playing the third one. “Did Matthew

MORALLY GREY. (DARK SUBMISSIONS 1)

Ava POV Carrying my eyes off him, I started to realize our surroundings for the first time. The room was dark with the heavy curtains drawn tightly to block out any sunlight, from the little I could decipher, I noticed how unmade the king sized bed was, with the blue satin sheets scattered all over the mattress. Proof that his night consisted of tossing and turning throughout and barely any sleep. He was completely shirtless, his broad back filled with tattoos was exposed in the dim light, his broad shoulders hunched forward as he buried his face in his large hands. He looked almost unhinged and exhausted. A far cry from that arrogant billionaire everyone feared, myself included. As if he felt my presence, he slowly lifted his head towards my direction. His green eyes were now bloodshot, with something in them that resembled a wild fire of possessiveness as they locked onto my face. The weight of dominance radiating off him made my knees weak, forcing my brai

MORALLY RED.(DARK SUBMISSIONS 2)

Ava POV. MATURE CONTENT !!! Adjusting my ass right under his protruding hardness through his dark trousers, he starts to rub himself on me, creations slow thick friction between my ass and all the way down to my dripping entrance, making me cry out in anticipation and desperacy to have him fill me up right now. “Serge..” i moan out, my voice resembling a throaty chocked up breath. “Only good girls deserve a good fuck.” He howls out before spanking my ass so hard that it makes me arc my back even further for him, spreading my legs and begging him to have his way. “Please..” i whimper, begging again as his throbbing hardness comes in contact with my wetness once more. I knew my dignity has already left my soul and she was probably somewhere weeping in shame but I couldn’t care less because right now all i needed was him deep inside me until it hurt. Without warming, i hear his belt unbuckling as he takes his pants off, freeing his hard long dick and it immediately hits

A SILENT WITNESS.

LEO POV "Move the fucking crates, now!" I barked, my voice echoing hoarsely off the corrugated iron walls of the warehouse. Rain slammed against the metal roof above like a relentless volley of bullets, doing nothing to drown out the chaos on the floor. Men in dark tactical gear were scrambling, trying to clear the remaining debris and mop up the now sticky pooling blood before morning hit the docks. I leaned against a stack of wooden pallets, my hand trembling slightly as I rubbed my face. I felt internally exhausted, like fucking bone deep tired, yet my exhaustion was nothing compared to the terror clawing deep in my gut. How the hell was I going to tell Serge?The warehouse had been hit an hour ago. An anonymous gang somehow managed to break past the perimeter, clean, quick, and brutal. And they only didn't come for a small robbery of drugs and guns. They also bypassed out tech inventory and went straight for the hidden basement vaults, cleaned out almost se

DESPERATE GLIMPSES.

LEO POV. The wipers on the windshield slapped back and forth with a sharp, rhythmic screech, fighting the rain of my wind screen as I drove down the street. Next to me in the passenger seat, Matthew was overly quiet, brooding in silence while his eyes fixed blankly on the dark highway. We didn't find Serge at Corp headquarters downtown when we went looking for him. But the front desk guard, seemed to know where he is and finally after a quick harsh conversation, he cracked and told us who had driven him earlier to the Estate. I was worried that someone got to him just after the robbed the warehouse. I had used the excuse of the long, eerie drive to ask Matthew to escort me. “Come with me, Matt. We'll deliver the warehouse report, and afterward, I'll buy us a round of beers to wash the blood off our night,” I had told him. But the truth was far more suffocating for me, i was terrified of facing Serge alone after losing a multi million dollar drug shipment, and

MORALLY GREY( DARK SUBMISSION 3)

AVA POV MATURE CONTENT !!! Panting, I pushed my head off the bed to watch exactly what Serge was going to do with those cuffs and long red rope along with my two sex toys. “Serge..” I whispered, raising my eyes to look in his direction. But he doesn’t respond, just continues on, tying the rope in knots on the lower corners of the bed before climbing on the bed and looking directly at my face. “Do you trust me?” He says, his voice sounding rough yet edgy at the same time, lifting his hand up before softly stroking my hair, remaining any stray strands from my face. “Yeah.” I whisper, even though I don’t but I knew fully well that he wouldn’t take no for a answer He looked so caught up in the moment, so absorbed by it like this was the first time he was looking at me, really looking at me, his green one yes shining with something i could not decipher. Something that felt so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. With one last stare, he pushes himself off the bed be

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

LEO POV The silence that stretched over the hallway after Matthew asked that question was nearly terrifying. I held my breath, my sweating hands freezing at my sides as I looked from Matthew's rigid face straight over to Serge. My mind was scrambling, frantically praying that Matthew wouldn't notice the sudden, irregular thudding of my own heart beneath my security jacket. But Matthew didn't burst into a violent rage. He didn't scream, and he didn't lunge at the CEO.Instead, a strange, hollow expression settled deep into his features. His brown eyes went entirely dull as the shock from a few seconds ago suddenly masked itself behind a smooth, eerie calm. He took a slow, deliberate step back, rolling his shoulders as if forcing the heavy scent of rose and coconut right out of his mind. "Never mind," He muttered, his voice dropping into that casual tone that sounded fake. He gave a small, careless wave of his hand,

SUSPICIONS.

AVA POV. Loud noise and echoing commotion outside the master bedroom door yanked me out of my heavy, exhausted sleep. My eyes snapped open in the pitch blackness of the unfamiliar room, my heart instantly leaping into my throat when I realised I actually slept off in his bed. The air in the room felt heavy, freezing, and suffocating. Before my brain could even process where I was, the click handle made me imagine and the worst as the door slowly pushed inward, creating a widening slice of harsh yellow light from the hallway that cut directly across the dark bedroom floor. I scrambled backward against the headboard, desperately pulling the thick silk sheets up to my chin as my breath trapped itself inside my burning lungs. A tall, broad and shouldered figure stepped across the light, his silhouette seemingly dark against the frame. The room was dark, leaving my face in the shadow but as he stepped closer into the path of the hallway light, the features of his face became

POSSESSION OF HIS.

AVA POV. I slammed the mop down into the bucket, the soapy water splashing over the rim. First floor, done and now, second floor, done too. My arms ached and my shoulders were stiff as I pushed the heavy cleaning cart down the long, quiet corridor toward the cafeteria. I didn't care about the physical exhaustion as I welcomed it. I needed the burning in my muscles to drown out the chaos screaming inside my head. My mind was running entirely all over the place, replaying every damn second of yesterday’s nightmare.The memory of Matthew’s face standing outside that master bedroom door, staring down at my handbag and flats was burned into my retinas for ever, and Serge hadn't even blinked. He had practically thrown Matthew and Leo right out of his house in a brutal fury, giving them no room for an explanation. But as soon as they were gone, I had panicked, bolted out the back, and rushed straight home to our apartment. I sat on the couch for hours, shaking, sweating, wait

Chapter 29

AVA’S POV “You aren’t going anywhere.” Serge’s deep growl vibrated against my ear as his arm remained firmly wrapped around my wrist. His grip wasn’t just firm, it felt possessive. Painfully so. “Let me go,” I hissed, trying to yank my hand free but his fingers only tightened. “Serge.”I winced. Nothing. Around us, the once busy corridor had suddenly gone quiet. Employees walking past lowered their heads and hurried away, pretending they hadn’t just witnessed their CEO dragging one of the cleaning staff against his chest. Nobody dared interfere or even dared even look. My breathing became uneven. “You’re hurting me.” I cried out and for a a brief second, His jaw flexed and his grip loosened only slightly but not enough for me to escape. Without another word, he turned and began pulling me down the corridor. “W-Where are you taking me?” Silence. “Serge!” He ignored me completely.His polished shoes echoed against the marble floor as he pushed open a la

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