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

“Quick power nap, then I’ll head over.” The moment his head hit the pillow, he felt his body sink into the mattress. He tried to keep his eyes open, tried to remind himself that his mother was waiting and that it might be something serious… But sleep came faster than he could fight it. Within minutes, his breathing evened out, his phone slipping from his fingers onto the bed beside him. And Christopher Jacobs—CEO, son, manipulator, and a man teetering dangerously close to falling hard—was fast asleep, completely unaware of the storm that might be waiting for him when he finally opened his eyes.

Paused there, hand on the frame, and looked back at me with something that almost passed for a warning. "And don't G****e me tonight," he said. "You won't like what you find." Then he was gone. I lasted, by my own count, eleven seconds. I typed his name into the search bar sitting alone in the empty conference room, already regretting it, already unable to stop myself — the same way you can't stop touching a bruise to check if it still hurts. The first headline alone nearly made me drop the phone. ACE STONE: THE MOST DANGEROUS CEO IN AMERICA.

The moment she sat down, her screen flickered alive— And the headlines hit her all at once. “VALCOR CEO IN LATE-NIGHT SCANDAL WITH SECRETARY” “PROFESSIONAL OR PERSONAL? INSIDE AIZEN DEVERAUX’S CONTROVERSY” “INSIDER RELATIONSHIP THREATENS INVESTOR CONFIDENCE” Photos. Clear enough to remove doubt. Aizen standing too close. His hand on her arm. Her leaning into him—just slightly, just enough. Taken outside the bar.

ISLA Pov The night I spent with Adrian Knight was supposed to be a mistake. A fleeting, reckless decision made in the heat of desperation. But mistakes don’t grow inside you. Mistakes don’t take root, shift your body, and leave you staring at a pregnancy test at four in the morning with trembling hands. I never meant to see him again. And yet, here I am, standing in the towering lobby of Knight Industries, ignored by the receptionist, dismissed like I’m nothing, and fighting the overwhelming nausea that’s been my constant companion for weeks.

He drops his phone on the desk in front of me. Another headline appears on the screen. “Consultant Behind Hale Industries Restructuring Linked to Controversial Corporate Collapse.” I close my eyes briefly. “That project was five years ago.” “I know.” “The company was already failing before I got involved.” Daniel nods. “But the media loves simple stories.” “And this one is simple.” “Powerful CEO.” “Controversial consultant.” “Corporate romance.” I sigh. “That sounds terrible when you say it out loud.” “It sounds terrible in the headlines too.”

They kept resurfacing in vivid, heated flashes: his mouth claiming mine, his powerful body moving over me, the way he had filled me so completely that I’d forgotten my own name. I shook my head, forcing my attention back to the expense report on my screen. *He didn’t even recognize you,* I reminded myself sternly. *It was just one night. A mistake. A delicious, mind-blowing mistake, but still… nothing more.* I was a nobody on the twelfth floor, and he was now the man at the very top. End of story. Or so I thought. The phone on my desk rang sharply, jolting me out of my thoughts. It was Mr. Luis from HR.

Yesterday, she remembered booking room 9999, but today the key card said 6666, and her clothes were in that room, so she assumed she must have made a mistake. Dante woke up, looked around, but saw no one. He was slightly annoyed—the woman from last night was nowhere to be found. Dante frowned and rubbed his head, which was still aching from the previous night. On the table, he noticed a stack of cash and a note that read, "I only have $1,000. Please accept it." Dante sneered; the woman had mistaken him for a gigolo. In the CEO's suite, a man entered, bowing respectfully to Dante. By now, Dante had changed into a black suit and was seated at his desk.

I saw she was doing something on her desk. She pouted at me as she gazed at me. I can't help but get nervous. I know I was too excited to get this interview, but is the interview no longer available anymore? Or maybe, is she angry with me? “The interview for the CEO's secretary position will start at 10 am. You're too early, Miss.” She grinned at me. I was terrified when she walked up to me and held me. “It's a good thing that you're the first applicant that they need to interview. I am sure you will get the job offer. To be honest, I was surprised that you're an applicant, I thought you were my boss's girlfriend.”