A Night's Mistake: The Besotted Ceo's Obsession Novels & Stories

I packed the rest of my things and left the penthouse, remembering my agenda for tonight. I had to get ready for a gala night happening tonight. My company was trying to get the attention of the Rival Corporation, and I needed to be able to secure their attention. As I arrived at the gala a few hours later, I scanned the room looking for potential clients. That's when I spotted Jamie Randerson, the CEO of the Rival corporation. After making sure my makeup was good, I made my way over to him, trying to get his attention. I 'accidentally' bumped into him, spilling my drink on the floor.

And she hopes that by helping others, she can make a difference in the world. It was a dark and stormy night. Samantha and Andrew were out on the town for dinner, and they had no idea that their neighbor Isabella was scheming behind their backs. Isabella had secretly gotten a copy of their spare keys, and she had been watching their house all night, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When she saw them leave, she knew it was her chance.

I have made a grave mistake. I knew it the instant I woke up and I wasn’t the only one in my bed. There is a sharp ache in my head, no doubt a result of whatever drink had knocked me out last night. Well, it didn’t exactly knock me out. It just made me make the biggest mistake of my entire life. I slept with my secretary. She is still fast asleep beside me, her legs splayed over mine under the covers. My heart pounds wildly and I wish I can run into the bathroom right this moment so I can wash off the taste of the drink…and the taste of her from my mouth.

(What a shameless CEO) "What do you mean sir?" "You can stop your pretense, Quinn. I fully remember everything that happened last night. I remember how we moaned for each other endlessly," he was indeed a shameless prostitute. "Do you know the best part of all this?" He asked, staring at me with mischief. I nodded my head, negatively to his question. "What happened last night wasn't a mistake, neither was it a coincidence. I planned it all." I looked at him in disbelief, "You are mistaken. You were drunk last night, I made a mistake, I would have refused you but instead, I took advantage of your condition."

He was trying to put them back on, but his hands were shaking and the pants weren't cooperating and his cock… God, his cock was making the whole operation basically impossible because it was straining against the boxers to the point where fabric and anatomy were clearly in conflict. "I couldn't sleep with the clothes on," he was saying, still struggling with the pants. "I was overheating and I thought you were asleep and I just needed to—I never meant for you to see…" His voice was doing something I'd never heard before. Flustered. Almost desperate. The confident CEO completely stripped away — literally and figuratively, leaving just a man who was mortified and apologetic and still visibly,

Despite he doesn't look good already? “Start the car,” he insists, and his profuse sweat begins to fall all over his body. “To-to-to the hospital?” I mutter nervously as I step foot onto the accelerator. “No,” he firmly says. “They might follow us to the hospital. I believe there are more of them. Take me to my apartment.” Our second-night mistake happened in his apartment, so I didn’t ask for his address anymore. Instead, I focus my undivided attention on the long road ahead.

Or maybe… tempted him. And all I could think was..Why me? Why the hell did the man who had pinned me against the glass windows of a penthouse suite just days ago, who’d made me come with nothing but his mouth and a goddamn command, why did he have to be my CEO? Plot twist: I’d fucked my boss. Correction: I’d fucked my CEO. And now, just like that night, he was standing close. Too close. Same eyes. Same scent. Same voice, low and dark like sin.

How could I be so stupid and dumb to make that mistake? I'm never drinking again, and definitely not with strangers that look like they are your secret answered prayer requests who happen to like devils springs. I tried to shut the flashback of last night, but it kept popping up in my head. I still can't believe that I had one nightstand with someone that I just met, God have mercy. “Oh hi, Mr. Rivera.” I looked up at the voice that called my name, it was Genevieve. “I didn't take you for the early type.”

He's the new CEO of this company, shouldn't he hide that instead of being proud? "I don't have money for that Sir, and aren't you ashamed about it?" I can't stop asking. I could see how he was stunned and looked at me in shock, "are you lowkey admitting that you were the woman last night, huh?" Soft laughter followed once again. I don't understand him, I think he's just playing with me. Why is he trying to make me confess about that, it's not him who lost something but me, right? Money and virginity!

he said, the words so casual and possessive that I nearly vomited again. "Don't say that," I mumbled. "I'm not yours." He tilted his head, studying me like I was a particularly challenging puzzle. "You sure about that?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. The truth was, a tiny, treacherous part of me thrilled at his words. But I squashed it down. I wasn't about to let some smooth-talking billionaire mess with my head. "Look," I said, trying to rally some dignity as I wiped my face again, "last night was a mistake. A huge, catastrophic mistake."