روايات وقصص ضمن A Night's Mistake: The Besotted Ceo's Obsession

I mean he had to be a top person in this company judging by the way Lucy kept on apologizing and the way the guards obeyed him without question. "I am the owner of this company" he simply stated. "Owner?" "That is right miss Hayes." And that was when I noticed the silver plaque on his desk and what name it read. Jason Wright, Chief Executive Officer. No way in freaking hell. Did I legit have sex with the CEO of Wright's Multinational Corporation? Did I have a one night stand with the legendary Jason Wright? How could I have missed all this details? It had to be a prank right? My mysterious sex god was a CEO?

The room became noisy instantly, with no sign of stopping soon. One stylist hesitated before showing me her screen carefully. And the moment I saw it...my heart almost ripped apart from the caption. UNKNOWN WOMAN STEALS DAVE LAURENT FROM PENELOPE. WHO IS KATHERINE?

She said as she smiled broadly at me, and I felt so angry that she knew about my father's condition. "Yes, Ashton, your father loves me so much that he already told me about it before you and your siblings know about it, you need to give your father a child before this year ends, or else Lennon will become the new CEO if he can give your dad an heir, I could have Lennon, but I want you, and you know how much I love to have you in my bed, Ashton, and I missed our nights together." She added while I curled my fists on my sides as I looked at her. "I am sorry, Claire, but you will never have me in your bed ever again; making you as my fiancee was a mistake, and I will never make the same mistak

Annie’s eyes softened. And for a moment… Neither of us spoke. “I don’t even know when it happened,” I said quietly. She tilted her head slightly. “What?” she asked. I looked down at my hands. “That night,” I said. “It was just supposed to be a mistake.” A one-night escape. Something meaningless. Something I could forget. “But somewhere along the way…” I paused, my chest tightening. “It stopped being that.” My voice softened even more. “I don’t know when my one-night stand turned into something real,” I admitted.

But he can't tell her that knowing her feelings are purely business. "I didn't make a mistake," Charles muttered. Yeah, he knew who he was making love to that night. He knew but he was having too much fun to stop. If he did make a mistake about her, that's when he took advantage of her being drunk.

"Seraphina—" "Don't," I snapped. I threw the duvet aside, not caring that I was wearing nothing but a smirk and a hangover. I strode toward the bathroom, my head spinning, and grabbed my sequined dress from the floor where it had been discarded in a hurry the night before. "Last night wasn't an anomaly, Dom. It was a mistake. A huge, boring, mediocre mistake." He stiffened. I saw his jaw clench, a small muscle jumping in his cheek. Score one for Sera.

“You look very beautiful tonight, Miss Avery.” He said it so quietly she thought she had misheard him. Beautiful? He obviously hadn’t seen his name blowing up next to hers online, with all the unflattering pictures. He was bound to see them soon. She had managed to embarrass herself three times in the space of a week. That pay rise he just offered would probably disappear after this. They arrived at the hotel, only the best for Steele Enterprises employees. The valet opened the door for them, and Damian came out first. She was about to follow when she saw him offer his hand.

The screen lit up on the carpet, displaying a message. 'Enjoy your night with President Brute, Elle.' But Gabrielle was not with Brute. She was in the arms of a man far more dangerous. As Ethan set her on the silk sheets and began to unbutton his vest, his gaze pinned her — cold, possessive, promising ruin. "Remember this moment, Miss Daniels," he murmured. "Tomorrow, you'll realize the devil you knew was nothing compared to the one you just invited into your bed." There, in Room 888, the Emperor claimed his prize.