All Chapters of Tainted by the CEO’s Greed - Illicit affair with my boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Prologue “I believe we need to exercise caution before proceeding with this project.” I explained, pointing the board pen over the projector screen. “I understand that this is belated since we had done screening before now but after going over their portfolio and their statistics.” I took a deep breath. “It is filled with discrepancies and red flags.” I clicked the button to the next page. “These figures are not very clear. I highly recommend halting this project or ending it altogether.” Choruses of murmurs filled the room at once. The meeting room was filled with questions about whether or not this was worth the risk. The chatter continued for a few minutes before his voice cut through it. “And why do you think we should listen to you?” My gaze cut straight to his, at the same time the room fell silent. The air stilled as his voice sounded through the room commanding the attention of everyone at once. The rest of the room fell silent, waiting. Steel-grey orbs stare right

Ivy’s POVI woke up in a daze, sunlight streaming onto my face. My body felt warm, but it wasn’t the sun. My eyes flickered open slowly.For a brief, disorienting second, I thought I was still dreaming. The room was unfamiliar. Heavy curtains drawn just enough to let in the warmth of morning light.The scent of something masculine lingered in the air, mixed with something that was undeniably sin. My brain caught on the whiff of it, and then the memories rushed in all at once.The club. The music. His eyes. His hands. The way the night had dissolved into heat, impulse, and carnal sin.I swallowed, shifted slightly, and froze.An arm was draped loosely across my waist, warm and heavy, like it belonged there.Oh. Okay.So that definitely happened. Where are we even? A hotel? His place?Shit. Ivy, what have you done? I scolded myself internally.His breathing was slow and even, steady against my back. I could feel the solid rise and fall of his chest, the quiet weight of him pressed again

Ivy’s POV Monday arrived in a blur. I’d spent the entire weekend preparing for this interview, praying it would go well. Now, I stood in front of Corvane Group, awed at the sight of it. The building rose like a statement, glass and steel stretching skyward, the kind of tall that made you straighten your spine without meaning to. My interview wasn’t until four. I’d arrived two hours early. Not because I was crazy, I just refused to be late. I took a steady breath and stepped inside. The receptionist ushered me to the waiting area after I stated my reason for entry. My eyes scanned the lobby. The marble floors gleamed under soft natural lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows let the afternoon sun pour in, casting long, elegant shadows. I folded my hands in my lap, willing myself calm down as people moved around me with purpose. This was their everyday. For me, it felt like stepping into a different world, one that, if all went well, would become mine. “Miss Watson,” the receptio

Tristan’s POVI could feel all my worries easing away the moment I laid eyes on her.“You’re married?” She has said, looking about to detonate and the moment it clicked I just knew that I was in for a ride now.As if the day couldn’t get any more complicated.First, it was my grandparents pressuring me over the engagement, on top of our stock tanking.And I hadn’t been able to get a particular one-night stand out of my mind, and then, like a miracle, after multiple attempts to find her, she turned up in my office.Her jaw was slack like she’d seen a ghost, looking very pissed but very hot also. I could barely focus while she was chewing my head off.I had to will my mind not to sneak a glance down her frame.She didn’t particularly care that I was her boss, or that I could get her fired if I pleased. She was very sexy when angry was the only thing I could think of while I watched her seething.The way her eyes glowed with intense energy, her little button nose flaring in irritation, h

Ivy’s POV I’d stayed in the stairwell for about ten minutes now, going over my contingency plans for after I quit. I guess I could apply to a few more places, it wasn’t the end of the world. I just needed to leave this whole company. I couldn’t continue to work here, ignoring the glaring fact that I had slept with my boss— my engaged boss. No one would care if I knew or not, I’d be labelled a home wrecker. It didn’t matter what my side of the story was. I’d be tainted with gossip and turned into a pariah. I’d had a taste of what that felt like and it left a bitter enough taste for me to not want another round. Walking to the glass panels lining the walls, I took a look at the city below, leaning on the rails that surrounded the floor-to-ceiling panes. I rock on my heel, my mind drifting to the various places I could apply to. I needed to start by writing my resignation letter. Turning to the door, I leaned closer to the metal doors, holding my breath, my ears flattened on