Todos os capítulos de THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The rain in Manhattan fell in heavy, rhythmic sheets, painting the floor-to-ceiling glass of the Reynold Building in shades of dreary slate. Jane Pascual stepped into the gleaming lobby, shaking out her black umbrella ten minutes ahead of schedule and suppressing a satisfied grin.Tonight, her best friend Allan Kim, HR manager by day, a Korean dramatic wine enthusiast by night, was turning twenty-five. They had a proper girls’ night planned, complete with trashy TV, takeout, and enough cheap champagne to forget the existential dread of adulthood. The other birthday boy was William Reynold. The big boss was turning thirty, a milestone he had explicitly ordered everyone to ignore. To William, birthdays were a meaningless waste of billable hours. Meetings were what mattered. Deals. Numbers. Dominance.Jane had survived as his executive secretary for two full years, a feat that rendered her a mythical creature to the rest of the building. Life here was a daily masterclass in stress mana

WHERE ARE WE GOING?! Jane’s inner voice shrieked. IS THERE A DUNGEON IN THE BASEMENT?! IS HE TRASHING MY RESUME?!She stood up on shaky legs, smoothing down her plain trousers, and followed him into his glass-walled office. The moment she stepped over the threshold, William reached back and clicked the door shut, locking it with a heavy, ominous thud. He then pressed a button on the wall, and the smart-glass windows instantly frosted over, blinding the outside world from everything happening inside.Jane swallowed a lump the size of a golf ball. Okay, cool. This is how I die. Murdered by a gorgeous billionaire because my coffee temperature was off by one degree."Sit," William commanded softly, gesturing to the leather sofa against the wall rather than the cold chairs in front of his desk.Jane stiffly walked over and hovered at the absolute edge of the cushion, sitting as upright as a wooden plank.William strolled over, every movement oozing predator-like confidence. He reached int

"Mr. Reynold, my official working hours end at six," Jane said, keeping her voice as smooth and even as humanly possible, despite the cold sweat breaking out on her back. "If there is additional paperwork or an urgent file—""It isn't paperwork, Jane," William interrupted smoothly, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning closer to her. The dark, possessive intensity in his eyes returned full force. "It’s a personal matter. I’m picking you up at eight. Text me your address."Jane's jaw tightened. A personal matter?! Does he need a witness for an illegal transaction? Or is he taking me to his penthouse to stage an tragic 'accidental fall' off his balcony?!"I don't comfortably share my home address with executive staff, sir," she attempted to hedge, clutching her purse to her chest like a shield.William’s lips curved into another insufferably smug smile.Look at her, he thought, his ego practically purring. She’s trying so hard to play hard to get because Luke made her self-conscious. She’

If her cheeks got any hotter, her face was going to spontaneously combust right there under the park streetlight.She took a swift, rigid step backward, forcing her spine to go completely straight as she attempted to execute the quickest damage control in corporate history."I mean... literary fiction, sir," Jane corrected, her voice going painfully flat, monotone, and clinical. "Analytical character studies. Pacing, narrative structure, and thematic development. Purely an academic interest. Zero emotional involvement."William just stood there, his hands casually tucked into his trouser pockets, looking down at her with a smirk so deeply smug and insufferable it should have been classified as a federal crime.Look at her scramble, William thought, his inner monologue practically throwing a victory parade. She’s so cute! Oh God! I can't believe she is this adorable. She’s flushed, she’s stammering, she’s trying to walk it back. She reads filthy, passionate novels late at night while

"Do you really think I give a damn about public image right now?" William whispered, his low voice dropping an octave, instantly melting the cold air in the car.Before Jane could process the shift, William reached across the leather console. His large, warm hand cupped the side of her neck, his thumb resting right over her wildly thumping pulse. His touch was burning hot against her chilled skin.Jane froze, her breath catching in her throat.The space between them suddenly felt impossibly small. The scent of rain, leather, and his expensive sandalwood cologne filled her lungs. She stared into his eyes, expecting the familiar icy glare of her boss, but instead, she found an intoxicating, suffocating heat that made her lower stomach flip in a way it never had in two whole years.Wait, Jane’s inner voice panicked, her chest heaving as his thumb gently stroked the line of her jawline. Why is he looking at my mouth? Why isn't he yelling anymore? Why does my heart feel like it's about to