Breaking Free From Mr.ceo Novels & Stories

We are exactly where we belong. Julian locked his intense, ice-blue eyes with hers, stripping away the last barriers between them. The Ice King had melted, the master key was destroyed, and the ghosts of their past were finally buried. As they surrendered to the heat of the tropical night, tangling together in the dark, Maya knew one thing for absolute certain. She was trapped by the CEO. And she never wanted to escape.

“This goes to the federal team tonight. It destroys any remaining credibility he has. The syndicate’s fracturing fast. This could trigger more people to flip.” Beck clapped a careful hand on my good shoulder. “Proud of you, man. That took guts.” Merrick just nodded, eyes respectful. “No more looking back.” For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt truly free of my father. The recording had severed the last invisible chain. I was broken—neurologically damaged, career suspended, body still healing—but I was free.

He reminded me in a difficult tone. “No, I’m not part of your business.” I defended myself. “Just so you know, I am not going to marry you anymore. I won’t do what my parents want, alright? You can find someone else who owns a big company that can sustain the power of your empire.” With that, I left him on the table. I didn’t even look at the emotion on his face as I am positive that he was mad, as always. I went back to my hotel room and get dressed. I wore a black v-neck romper and a pair of sneakers. Once done, I picked up my phone and then turned it on. After a few seconds, I got flooded with text messages from Chandria, daddy, mommy, Jameson, and... Evan?

He had broken first. “I understand, Drake,” I breathed, a triumphant smile stretching across my face. “Send the location.” I hung up, deleting the number immediately, and walked out of the gallery, leaving the sterile world of Margaret Humphrey behind. The night was cold, but I was burning with the victory of having finally forced the powerful CEO to beg.

"Our sex life feels like a chore lately, nothing does it for me anymore." Oh my!!! This was my opening. I stood up, rounding his desk, heels clicking on the titled floor. I needed to play my cards right. "You're the CEO of MAGA INC. Of course you're stressed and tired. I can give you a massage. You need to unload these burdens." Please don't fire me. He stared at me for a long time I thought he was contemplating kicking me out. "Yeah......that actually sounds nice, Kira. Thank you." My fingers were already on his tie, pulling it off. Then, came his jacket and his shirt. Sliding the materials off his broad shoulders.

Hell, the guy failed at being a proper scumbag! She was many things she knew. One of them happened to be humble, but she was no fool. Antonio still felt he had the upper hand and urged her, “You hurry up, okay? The entire company is waiting for you.” She only replied with an hmm, and the line went off. She found Jasper in his pajamas, as though he was ready to go to bed, “I need to go out.” she said and gently explained the situation, “Antonio booked the press conference for this evening. So, I need to be there.”

I should have shooted a video of Mr Kingston on that situation with a hash tag. #I just ripped ceo slash mafia king's pants. Oh! that sounds too vulgar. I cluchted my tummy and laughed so hard. He might be covering his ass with his palms to get inside his room. The sight was so funny. It's fun to annoy the CEO slash mafia.

"But fuck that." In an instant, he jerks me off the bed, pulling me by my hair and dragging me to the ground. I wince as my scalp burns under his grip, and since my hands are still tied, I fall face flat on the floor. The CEO lets go of me and uses the remote to reveal a hidden door in the room. He leaves me on the floor and enters the room, only to come back with a mysterious box. He sets the box in front of me and crouches down to my eye level, his lips spreading into a smug grin as he gestures toward the open box.

This was my final goodbye to the past. “Have fun, you two,” I whispered. “You deserve each other.” I felt a strange sense of liberation. The chains that had bound me to Victor and Shane were broken. I was free to move forward. Just as I was about to put my phone away, it buzzed with an incoming call. I glanced at the screen and saw Samuel’s name. My heart skipped a beat. Samuel had been away on a business trip, and I hadn’t heard from him in a while.

My mouth opens wide, seeing her get naked just like that. “No way!” I stand up pushing the chair. “What?” She stops her performance and looks at me. “I’m not getting naked, no way.” I look away annoyed, not being able to stare at her naked breasts. She laughs jumping off the stage and walks to her bra and picks it up. “It’s stripping; getting naked is a part of it.” She keeps laughing while putting on her bra. “I won’t get naked.” I keep on denying. “Won’t do what?” I hear Mrs. Robinson’s voice coming from behind me. I grip on the table hard and stare ahead not wanting to turn around. “Nothing, she was just wanting a different outfit.” Cheryl lies to her.