Moonlit Desire The Ceo Daring Proposal Novels & Stories

The man appeared suddenly and ordered the people out there to return to running the ride. Calista sat back in her place and Isaac sat in front of her, the ride was moving again. At the moment Calista was glancing to the right while Isaac was to the left. Both of them were silent without words, only the sound of the windmill engine and the breeze could be heard at this time. ** "Why does he suddenly want to go on this ride with me? he's not in love with me, is he?" Calista thought while occasionally glancing at Isaac.

"Seriously, I don't know why we even got an head chef, the last who died from suicide was already enough." The word was supposed to scare her; but it frightened her deeply, her hair rose up, and she shivered, before forcing out a smile. She didn't expect this of New York, she had thought that it was a city of love, but how wrong was she. People died to survive here. People tried to fit in here, something she found wrong. "The CEO is coming." Miranda walked towards the room, and everyone bobbed their eyelids towards the door. Zelda jabbed her fingers together, taking in a deep breath, with a fierce push, the door dangled open, and a figure walked in. They all bowed.

Another plan for seducing Arthuro that she thought would fit for this time around. While she was in the hallway, there were still many people. These people seemed interested in knowing her profile. Every move she makes is watched by them. “Get mesmerized by my gorgeousness, people!” she said to her mind. Anastashia made sure that she did not print documents inside the company to carry out her plan. It's still early so Arthuro can still have coffee. "This would help me to completely have sex with you, Arthuro. The sex that is dirty and satisfying,'' she whispered to herself. She giggled silently for what she thought.

His collarbones peeked just slightly from the neckline, shadowed and tempting. And his scent_God! Not cologne. He smelled of Earth, like pine and smoke, and something unique. It wasn't just his chest that was captivating_the heat he radiated was surreal. The man holding me midair from the ground, wasn't just handsome. He was magnetic. Like danger wrapped in desire. And I couldn't look away. "Are you okay?" He asked, not letting go. I didn't want him to let go. I nodded dumbly, still clutching to his shirt. "Y-yeah.... I just.... I didn't see..." I stuttered.

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

We share the remaining ice cream and eventually get to the other pastries when he says, “Vanessa, I find you very intriguing and different. I want to see what this is. Like I said before, this is not a game, I know what I want and I go for what I want.” “So what are you saying, Anderson.” I ask with bated breath. “I want to pursue you. Only you.” He says intently. “So what do you say?” What else could I say to that? I was really interested in Anderson and I’ll be lying if I said there wasn’t something here. I’d also like to see what that is. “I’d like that very much.” I say with a small smile. “You should probably call me Nessa, all my friends do.”

Like this— This closeness— Was natural. But it wasn’t. Not for me. Because my entire body was aware of him. Of his weight. His trust. His presence. And for the first time— It wasn’t desire that overwhelmed me. It was something softer. Quieter. More dangerous. My fingers hesitated. Then slowly— Lowered. Resting lightly in his hair. I didn’t push him away. Didn’t say anything. Because somehow… Having him there— Felt right. And that scared me more than anything else. **

"My bad, man. I didn't know she was... yours." ​He didn't wait for a reply. He vanished back into the crowd, leaving me leaning precariously against the wall. Xavier stepped toward me, his presence suffocating. He didn't offer a hand. He didn't ask if I was okay. Instead, he looked down at me with pure, unadulterated disgust. ​"Were you that desperate to have sex with a total stranger?" he hissed, his voice cutting through my drunken fog like a blade. "Is this what the 'Princess' does the second she gets a taste of freedom? You’re pathetic."

He is trying to crush me with his presence, and I am standing tall, refusing to bend. Finally, he reaches out and he doesn't grab me. He simply brushes the back of his fingers against the fabric of my sleeve. It is a gesture that feels more like a threat than a caress. “You’re far more interesting than I remembered, Desiree,” he says, his voice a low purr. “It’s almost a shame. I’m going to enjoy watching you fall. But until then…” He leans down, his lips ghosting near my ear. “Be careful who you trust in the dark. Even a mate can be a cage.”

The man Desiree desired had to be exceptional in every way. He must have stunning looks, an elite family background, and unmatched abilities. Later, Wilson became the CEO of Quade Group, and he checked every box on her list. That was when she began to fall for him. Little did she know, he was completely ungrateful! Desiree's anger welled up as she grabbed a cup, ready to smash it. Then, her eyes locked onto something on the floor, and she froze. She set the cup down, walked over, and picked up a promotional brochure that an assistant had left.