My Ceo's Masked Desire の小説・ストーリー

The woman sat him in the chair that was there. The woman stood in front of him and smiled. The remnants of its natural redness can be seen. "Who are you? Who are you? Why do you wear masks and all your colleagues? Why?" he asks holding his fear. He wants to clarify something. "Well, it's for hiding our personality." He laughed. He doesn't satisfied with his answer. " Really?"

She likes hard and rough so it's okay. "There, ohh! Hurt me, baby. Make me fit. Go ahead, ohhh! Fuck! Uhm," she growled loudly. Her noise was irritating. I was more in awe of her that's why I rode her relentlessly. I fucked her hard and rough. "Ohh! That's it, baby. Can I remove your mask? Please, I want to see you." But I just shook my head. They shouldn't know me. "Fuck! How much do you want? Million? Billion? Ohhh! Shit. I'll give it to you as long as you take off your mask. Let me see you!"

She spoke of Damian’s empire, of boardrooms and hostile takeovers, dropping names Elena barely recognized but sensing their weight. And every so often, Cassandra would glance at her, as if testing, probing, waiting for Elena to flinch. Damian said little, though Elena noticed his hand curl tightly around his glass whenever Cassandra leaned too close. At last, Cassandra tilted her head, her gaze flicking between the two of them. “Tell me, Elena, how are you finding married life with our infamous CEO?” Elena set her fork down slowly. A safer woman would smile and offer some shallow pleasantry. But Elena had grown tired of masks.

“But I have a doubt…" He trailed off, not sure if he should voice out his doubt, but Ferguson lifted his left eyebrow as he silently urged him to continue. “I believe most of these candidates must have done some research about the ceo of Yummy Kiss Production, and I'm afraid you'll be recognized or taken advantage of.” Ferguson shook his head. “I'll be wearing a mask,” he replied, then opened his drawer and pulled out a small box. “So, no one would know it's me.”

Stacy started struggling to free herself, making petty noises as tears trailed down her face. Seeing a masked person wasn't what she expected or wanted again "Stop," the person said and removed his mask. She gasped when she saw her CEO, Jason and immediately stopped her struggles. Jason released his grip from her as she held her mouth scared.

I murmured, and she chuckled. "She was very special to us, and you will be too," she said, and I opened and closed my mouth like a fish, knowing exactly who she was referring to. I can't believe she's already planning my union with her son when I'm not even his real girlfriend. I just forced a smile as we got into her car. She packed by a fashion house, and we both walked out together with masks and glasses on to prevent media attention. We got inside, and she walked towards the Victoria's Secret underwear section.

Marvin said, his expression grim, when he called her into his office that morning. "I understand you left New York to escape the past and those friends who betrayed you, Tara, but my hands are tied.” "Why do I have to move? I prefer it here. There has to be something you can do," Tara exclaimed, her frustration evident. "The CEO, Landon Malcolm wants you transferred as his personal assistant. I tried to persuade him otherwise, but he's adamant about it," he explained, shaking his head thoughtfully. "In fact, he specifically mentioned he doesn't want anyone else but you."

The heavy oak doors of the CEO’s office swung open with a bang. Elena didn’t just walk in; she strutted, her hips swinging in a pencil skirt that was definitely two inches shorter than HR policy allowed. She had unbuttoned the top of her blouse and applied a fresh layer of dark red lipstick, certain she was finally getting her big moment with the boss. "You called for me, Mr. Hill?" Elena purred, keeping her eyes on the floor to look modest. "I knew you’d realize that having your 'wife' here was just a waste of time. I have the files you—"

Chloe just got out of work when she went straight to Carter's office but was told that he had gone for a business dinner at CRAVE IN with the CEO of Mona's empire. Curious about who the CEO might be, she decided to go over there and see for herself. Chloe was escorted to the VIP floor because she had been seen several times with the boss and concluded that she was an important person to him, so they did not hesitate in giving out the information about Carter's whereabouts.

“He’s been asking about you during meetings. Sent flowers to the reception desk yesterday but I throw it, I don't accept any suitors for Deborah.... also the staff said he called you ‘the most intriguing woman in Valmere Enterprises.’” Lucio gave a low whistle. “Bold.” Caelum, seated at the far end of the table, didn’t react, not visibly. But the tension in his shoulders said enough. He slowly set down the pen in his hand, his jaw tightening. “Who?” he asked, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through air. Lysander shrugged, flipping another page. “Heir of the Cortez Group. Samuel Cortez. Young. Rich. Thinks he can have anything he wants.”