Romans & histoires Addicted To Her The Ceo's Spoiled Darling

It was out of her character to do so, unless—her old flames for Zayn had not been put off after all. How lucky of him. How very, very lucky of him to have attracted the attention of someone so above. They would have done anything for fortune like that! She was a rising, rich CEO and a gorgeous sight to behold; any lucky bastard who marries her would never live their life drowning in woes again.

She adored Nathan, but Nathan did not have her in her heart, and the reason why they got married was because she was pregnant with his child. She didn't want Nathan to be annoyed with her out-of-place appearance. She bit her lower lip, touched her stomach, and reached out he hand to open the door. "Duh!" The door opened. She slowed down and walked in, and saw that the floor was messy, there were female clothes, the door of the room was not completely closed, and she could vaguely see someone walking inside. Did she just see a woman? In an instant, her face turned pale, and her whole heart clenched. Not knowing where the courage came from, she walked towards the room.

Maeve was woken up by the ringing of her phone. She was so tired, responding without checking the caller ID. “Hello,” “Good morning, wonder woman.” The velvety sensual voice was able to remove all the tiredness she felt, as energy returned to her body. But she was surprised by the pet name he gave her, instantly forming one for him through smiles, “Good morning, my addiction.” “Wow. Am I so addictive?” Gabriel was knocked with surprise but also proud to be nicknamed like that by her. No wonder she never wanted to leave his side.

It tasted good, I was certain it could help cure the hangover. I grabbed the TV remote from my center table. Scrolling through the channels to watch my favorite TV show, a breaking news suddenly flashed across the screen. The news that was displayed on the screen sent a wave of shock down my spine. I could feel sweat running down the back of my neck as the caption replayed over and over in my mind. It read; "CEO Gordon spotted in an intimate position with his alleged mistress!"

“Take every inch like the desperate little slut you are. This pussy belongs to me now. Not these rich boys at the gala. Not anyone else.” Rori moaned into his palm, pushing back against him. The risk was insane — important guests, her father’s colleagues, and security were all just one hallway away. Anyone could walk by and see the Vanderbilt heiress getting railed by her bodyguard. Damien reached around and rubbed her clit fast while slamming into her. “You’re clenching so tight. You love this, don’t you? Love getting fucked like a whore where anyone could catch you.” “Yes,” she whimpered when he briefly uncovered her mouth. “I love your cock. I’m addicted to it.”

“Playing grown-up games in a world that will chew you up. How quaint.” I set my coffee down, refusing to flinch. “If you’re here to warn me about Damien again, save your breath. I know exactly who he is.” She laughed, a soft, cutting sound. “Oh, darling. You think you’re special? I was married to him. I know every dark corner of that man. The way he controls, the way he discards when the novelty fades. You’re just the latest shiny toy — his ex-partner’s daughter, no less. The ultimate fuck-you to your father.” Her eyes narrowed. “But toys break. And when he tires of you, the fall will be spectacular. Especially with those delicious videos floating around.”

I've been drinking milk since young, so my body is far more mature compared to my peers. When I'm 18 years old, my protective older sister, Yvonne Gibson, is worried that I might get my cherry stolen by others via trickery, so she specifically asks her best friend, Jasmine Joyner, to take care of me. But during our first meeting, Jasmine's gaze never leaves my crotch. After my graduation, I lead a double life. During daytime, Jasmine is my boss. At night, I'm her bed partner. Throughout our four-year secret relationship, I'm slowly molded into the lover Jasmine likes the most. Four years later, Jasmine's ex-fiance, Ethan Sawyer, has returned to the country. She quickly jumps out of bed

Ethan Ethan sat across from Victoria Lang at Le Bernardin, the soft lighting casting a warm, intimate glow over the crisp white tablecloth and the elegant stemware between them. Victoria looked stunning in the deep red dress she had promised, the fabric hugging her figure with effortless elegance. Her laughter was light and practiced as she recounted a recent charity gala story, the kind of tale that had the surrounding tables smiling in their direction. The cameras outside had already done their job, flashes capturing the perfect image of the powerful CEO on a refined evening with a beautiful socialite. It was exactly the narrative he needed after the Velvet leak.

She hadn't even replied to me yet when a barrage of comments flooded before my vision, becoming even more frenzied. "Holy shit, holy shit! I'm dying of laughter! This kid is at most five or six years old, yet she's talking in a full-on Southern accent, calling the female lead 'Missy' like that! She's way too extroverted!" "This scene was supposed to be the childhood sweetheart humiliating the tragic female lead for failing to adopt a child, and the male lead would rub salt in her wounds in a heart-wrenching move. But now, a Southern brat appears wanting to go with her! How will the story even continue?"

“You really think... I’d trade my daughter’s safety for a damn contract?” Shopia chuckled softly. “You’re too sentimental. I know who you really are, Hunter. The man who left me for a clueless young girl. And now look at you... trapped in her drama again.” Hunter clenched his jaw. “I left you because I finally realized the woman I loved was poison. And Evalina? She’s not weak. She’s a victim—of her mother’s greed.” Shopia stood, her tone sharper now. “You think the world will side with you? You’re a former addict, a disgraced CEO who nearly bankrupted the company before I saved it. You’re only standing now because of the name I built!”