All Chapters of One Night And A Billionaire Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11. Pins And needles

Kelly's POV I froze in my seat, and the name hung in the air like a heavy stone and the world outside the conference room dissolved into a distant hum. Michael Donovan, was the man from the club, the man from the hotel room. The man whose name I had tried and failed to whisper in my dreams was now sitting in front of me as the head of the company where I was desperately trying to get a job.He didn't even acknowledge that he recognized or knew me, not even with his eyes, which seem to be blank now, not with a single gesture. His expression was cold, professional, and completely unreadable. But he met my gaze head on, and his dark eyes showed no hint of recognition, no flicker of familiarity. It was as if he had never seen me before, and that, more than anything, was the most humiliating moment of my life. Because I just realized that I was just another unknown girl he had a one night stand with, and I wasn't even worth remembering.The man who had introduced himself as head of

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12. A Hard Decision

Kelly's POV I stared at the glowing screen of my phone, the words of the email on the job offer burning into my eyes. “Congratulations, Kelly Robert! We are pleased to offer you the position of Personal Secretary at Donovan Group of Companies.” My breath hitched as I sat there in surprise and shock. I read it again, then a third time, as if the words might change, might vanish, or might prove to be a cruel trick of the light.I felt a strange mix of emotions churning inside me, it was excitement, a desperate, dizzying rush of it. This was it, the way out I was looking for, a real job, at a real company, a chance to finally pay off all my debts and get my life back on track. But beneath the excitement, a wave of humiliation washed over me, cold and sharp. Michael Donovan's face, cold and unreadable, flashed in my mind. His eyes, dark and intense, had met mine, and there had been nothing, no flicker of recognition, no hint of the night we had shared.“He didn’t remember me,” I whi

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13. Cloaks And Daggers

Michael's POVThe city was bustling beneath my office, it looked like a glittering tapestry of lights and shadows. I sat at my large, dark wood desk, the glass walls of my office offering a commanding view of the urban landscape, but my eyes weren't focused on the beauty. Instead, I was staring at the performance reports on the screen of my desktop, but the numbers blurred, replaced by a different image entirely.Her face. Kelly Robert.I knew it was her, the moment I walked into the interview room. I remembered everything from that night, especially the sexy red dress she was wearing. And the way her eyes had widened, a flicker of recognition in them, then immediate panic, she felt, I had seen it all. I had seen her, truly seen her, and the memory of that night in the hotel room, her gasps, her trembling body under me, the words I’d whispered in her ears, it all came crashing over me. I had tried to maintain a poker face, a mask of cold professionalism when I saw her today, but

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14. First Day Jitters

Kelly's POV The morning air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of the city, as I stepped out of the taxi, my heart thudding a nervous rhythm against my ribs. I was dressed in a sleek black skirt and a crisp light blue blouse, my hair pulled back neatly, and the navy blue blazer I wore on top felt like a second skin. I was early, because the towering glass and steel of the Donovan Corporation building seemed to demand punctuality. This was it, my first day.As I walked in, I pushed through the revolving doors, the cool, conditioned air of the lobby a stark contrast to the outside warmth. Everywhere was polished marble, gleaming chrome, and hushed efficiency. People moved with an air of purpose, their confident strides echoing against the hard surfaces. I felt a familiar wave of self-doubt, but I immediately pushed it down. I made it here, I have gotten the job and I have to act like I belong.I approached the reception desk, where a woman with a perfectly coiffed bun and a poli

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15. A Splash Of Cold

Kelly's POV The conference room door swung open, revealing a long, polished table and a group of expectant faces. I followed Michael Donovan into the room, as I clutched my new notepad in my hand. He moved with an effortless authority, his presence immediately commanding the space. I felt a familiar thrum of nerves, but it was mixed with something else, a strange, unsettling pull towards him.“Good morning, everyone,” Michael said, his voice a low, steady rumble that filled the room. He didn’t raise his voice, yet every eye was on him. “Thank you all for coming. Before we begin, I’d like to introduce you to my new personal secretary, Miss Robert.”I immediately stiffened. Miss Robert, not Kelly, not even a hint of familiarity. For a moment I had forgotten that he was a wall of cold professionalism. I forced a polite smile and a small nod as every eye in the room turned towards me.“Miss Robert will be shadowing me today to familiarize herself with our operations,” Michael contin

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16. The House Rules

Claire's POVI am Claire Hart, the Operation manager for Donovan Group of companies, and childhood friend to the CEO Michael Donovan. I'd known him since I was five years old and everything else was history. I walked down the executive hallway, with a sleek, dark folder tucked under my arm. I've had a good life till now, I thought about it all as I continued to my destination.The polished floor of the hallway reflected the pristine white walls, and the silence was broken only by the soft hum of the building’s systems. I moved with an effortless grace, my tailored suit a second skin, and my presence as controlled and precise as the operations I managed. This floor, this company, and its quiet efficiency, was my world. I had helped build it, piece by careful piece, alongside Michael.As I approached the central hub of the executive assistants, a soft ripple of laughter caught my attention. It was a light, genuine sound, a little out of place in the hushed environment, I immediately

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17. Finding Her Balance

Kelly’s POV The building still felt a bit too big, too polished and overwhelming for me . Every morning when I stepped through those tall revolving doors, it felt like I was stepping into a world that operated several gears faster than anything I’d ever known. No matter how early I came in, it always seems as if someone had already beaten me to it. No matter how hard I worked, the work kept piling up. And no matter how much I tried to breathe through the pressure, the tightness in my chest never really left.My first full week at Donovan Corp taught me one thing: nothing about this place was forgiving. Everything had a pace, a rhythm, a silent expectation that you kept up. People moved like clock hands, always on time, always precise. Meanwhile, I was still stuck learning the numbers on the dial.By the end of the week, I had developed a routine: come early, work straight through lunch, try not to cry in the bathroom at 3 p.m., stay late, repeat. I was determined… but determinati

Last Updated : 2026-08-07

18. Cracks In The Glass

Kelly’s POV The rhythm of Donovan Corp didn’t slow down for anyone, definitely not for me. Every day felt like stepping onto a treadmill already running at full speed. I kept telling myself I was adjusting, getting better, finding my footing. But the truth was simpler and far less comforting than I thought: I was surviving by inches.That morning had started out deceptively calm. The office lights gave a warm ambiance, the air smelled faintly of fresh coffee, and for once I felt like I had a handle on my tasks. I had double-checked my emails, sorted the files Claire had shown me, and even finished a report ahead of schedule. It felt like a tiny, well-earned victory.Only for me to forward the wrong file to a client.It all happened in a blink of an eye. I attached a document, hit send, and only when my screen refreshed did I see the subject line and feel my stomach drop. Wrong name, wrong client, wrong everything.A minute later, Claire appeared at my desk, her expression gentle bu

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19. Barefoot Strangers

Kelly's POV I woke up tired and exhausted, the kind of tiredness that sits behind your eyes and waits for the right moment to collapse you. My alarm had dragged me out of the only deep sleep I’d had all week, and it was a struggle to get ready for work. By the time I got to Donovan Corp, I already felt like my mind was running two steps behind my body.Still, I kept my chin up and walked through the building like I belonged here. Or like I was trying very hard to convince myself I did.The office was colder than usual when I stepped into the elevator, as if the walls themselves were warning me to behave. I clutched my badge and kept repeating the same small promise I'd made to myself, in my head: You will get through today without embarrassing yourself Kelly. It sounded simple enough, but this place liked to challenge even the smallest promises.By the time the clock hit noon, I had answered so many emails that my fingers were sore. I couldn’t tell if this was normal or if I simp

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20. Glass Walls

Kelly's POV By the time morning rolled around, I felt like I’d barely slept. My mind had replayed every moment from yesterday, including the accidental break-room run-in with Owen Donovan. I still couldn't believe it. A Donovan. A smiling, barefoot Donovan with lightning-bolt socks. I kept telling myself it didn’t matter, that the conversation wasn’t a big deal, but my chest still tightened whenever I remembered it.Still, I had a job to do, and today, that job was Michael’s presentation binder.Claire sent me the instructions before I even arrived at my desk. Color-code the files, insert the financial breakdowns into the correct sections. Print the graphs on premium paper, align the tabs and make sure none of the pages are bent at the corners. “Presentation-worthy” was the phrase she used, but I already knew what that meant: perfection.I started right after I set my bag down. The binder lay open on my desk like a puzzle, and I was the one expected to find all the right pieces

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