Billionaire Ceo's Obsession Novels & Stories

Got snapped at by my supervisor and all because my hands kept replaying the feel of him and my thighs won't stop rubbing together. Dominic Cantrell. The name burned in my head. I'd seen it on the card before the VIP room. Curiosity won, and I googled him on my phone in the break room. Of course, he was a billionaire heir. New head of Cantrell Industries. The more I researched on him, the more I hated him. A narcisstic snub with enough scandals with various women to give him an entire p**n website. Of course. I locked my phone and swallowed hard. I didn't belong anywhere near someone like him, I needed to avoid him. At the club. In this city. Everywhere.

He just prefers getting it run through the Co-CEO, Board of Executive Directors and Elite Investors. I shake my head, stunned. I’d read about the company, one of the most successful tech giants in the country. Its success has spread to the real estates, hospitality, commerce and food industries under it. Too many to mention. Anderson is a multi-billionaire. More than I’d thought. This very fact got me frozen in his presence, barely able to look him in the eyes. Aside from love, which isn't the purpose of our intended relationship, I’m mesmerized by such a massive luck.

There was a high-resolution shot of him stepping out of a helicopter, wearing sunglasses and a suit that looked like it was cut from midnight itself. He looked... cold. Ruthless. His eyes, the ones that had looked at me with amusement in the rain, were dead sharks in these photos. I clicked on a leaked internal memo from Forbes that had never been published. Headline: THE IRON HEIR: How Sebastian Doubled the Empire's Value in Two Years. I read the texts. "The CEO is known for his uncaring, cold, ruthless, efficient in his job, and a most soughted bachelor. Rumors of a rift with his grandmother, the matriarch Eleanor, have sparked concerns about the company's future..."

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

‘A game to be savored. The phrase sends chills up and down my spine. Other than that, though, the profile isn’t particularly revelatory. Male, 40’s, rich. Cultured, refined, educated. Megalomaniac. Narcissistic and sociopathic qualities. It could have been describing any number of CEO’s, Wall Street hedge fund managers, politicians, or surgeons – all professions that tend to attract sociopaths and people with God complexes. Of course, I don’t know of any CEO’s, hedge fund managers, politicians, or surgeons who go around stalking billionaires.

I've built huge walls around my heart and closed all the doors that allow anyone to enter it, and I'm not going to let anyone else even knock on it again. Thousands of employees report to me, and my company is ranked among the top ten in my country. I am a billionaire, and people fear me because of my power and manner, which I enjoy. I always get what I want, and I have a strange fascination with my stuff. What is mine is just 'MINE.' —————————————————————————————— This is my first time using this platform. Thank you for taking the time to look at my work. You will not be disappointed. -----------------------------------------------------------

Not now, not anytime soon. Being the billionaire CEO of ASOS, it was my top priority to take the company to greater heights, and closing this deal beautifully was one of them. Yes, I am a billionaire, my name has appeared in lots of magazines and newspapers as one of the best businessmen in the country, even in Forbes, although it gets old. But there was something these humans thought they could, figure out every part of my life, which obviously, they could not, there is just something they can never get, even in their many years to come.

How did other women do it? Steele Enterprises was the umbrella company for several of Mr Steele’s businesses—construction, security, technology, and financial services. The whole building was overkill. Glass and steel, rising above all the other buildings, and one of London's finest pieces of architecture. She hated it. It screamed ‘pretentious’, just like the man who owned it. Being his Executive Assistant required many skills, and most people hired before her had not been able to keep up. There were a lot of sacrifices involved, like being the first to arrive and the last to leave.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

There were thousands of headlines; Billionaire CEO, Hayes Caldwell, Spotted in Intimate Moment with Mystery woman. That wasn't what surprised me at all. What surprised me was the fact that he was the Hayes Caldwell. The freaking rich CEO worth hundreds billions. “Oh my freaking days! What the hell is this?”