One Night With The Cold Ceo Novels & Stories

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I am only happy because my secretary remains clean, and not because I was drugged." "You must like the guy." "So much." She replied before she could stop herself. She cleared her throat and asked the CEO the most important question on her mind, "Do you know who spent the night with me?" The CEO didn't answer her right away this time; he asked her, "Why aren't you convinced that Ace did?" "I don't know Ace much, but he can't keep me in subjection; he is not strong enough," Claire told him shamelessly. The CEO let out a chuckle, and he replied to her, "I did it, I spent the night with you."

My stomach twisted. "Please," I pleaded with my voice tight with panic. "Danny will be looking for me." The man chuckled. "Oh, my dear," he said smoothly. "You will see him once you get out of here." My blood instantly turned cold. "The deal has been signed," the man continued while taking slow and measured steps toward me. "One night with me and your business stays afloat." My knees felt weak. I had been sold by Mr. Cale. It felt like the room was spinning.

Their conversation didn’t look like business at all. But within minutes, I noticed something strange. Damon looked like he wanted to jump out of his skin. His date, however, was glowing. She was leaning in, touching his arm, giggling way too loud. She looked like she was already naming their unborn kids. Damon, on the other hand, was frozen. Eyes darting. Jaw clenched. Was the Cold CEO actually… panicking? Now I was really invested. I took another sip, lowered my shades, and watched like I was front row at a circus.

Celeste pov The office felt different at night. The constant hum of the air conditioning seemed louder, the city lights streaming in through the tall windows casting an amber glow across the glass conference table. Most of the staff had already left hours ago, leaving Sterling Enterprise eerily quiet. I glanced at the clock 9:42 PM. My eyes burned from staring at the same event proposal for hours. My laptop screen glowed accusingly, the blinking cursor reminding me I wasn’t done yet.

Two things I had lived by since the day I became a mother. I forced my legs to move, following Ethan into the marble-floored lobby. The air inside was cool and smelled faintly of polished wood and money. People in suits walked past us, their shoes clicking sharply against the floor. I felt completely out of place, standing there in my worn blouse and flats that didn’t match. We took the elevator up to the top floor. My reflection in the mirrored walls looked tired but determined. I tried to fix my hair with trembling fingers. When the doors opened, Ethan led me down a quiet hallway. At the end of it was a set of double glass doors. A sleek plaque beside it read: Zachary Moreau, Chief Executi

Our one-night stand was off-the-charts hot. I just didn’t expect him to walk into the office the next morning… as my new billionaire boss. Dylan is older, dangerously sexy, and every inch the cold-hearted CEO. He doesn’t do attachments. He doesn’t do second rounds. But now he needs a favor—me, playing his fake girlfriend to get his meddling mother off his back. I agree, thinking I can keep things professional. Big mistake. Behind closed doors, we can’t keep our hands off each other.

The man had touched him like he had a right to. Made him beg with a single hand and a low voice. Left him undone in less than five minutes. And then walked away like nothing happened. Noah hated how badly he’d wanted it. Worse, he hated how he’d liked being watched. Being caught. Because Elias was right—anyone could’ve stepped outside. Anyone could’ve seen the CEO of Voss International pressing his assistant against the wall, whispering filth into his mouth while making him grind into his hand. He hadn’t cared.

She had tried so hard, worked carefully, stayed focused, yet one lie from Chloe had painted her as careless. The folder shifted lightly on her lap as she leaned into the seat, the memories of that night slipping into her mind. She hated that his words still hurt. She hated how foolishly hopeful she was when she left her number on the nightstand. The way she had hoped that he would call. But now, she knew better. He was the CEO. Her boss. Nothing more. By the time the cab pulled in front of Nathaniel's house, the rain had grown heavier. Avery shivered as she stepped out, struggling to shield the files from the downpour.

Selena didn't stir; she only let out a soft sigh in her sleep. "Oh, Wildcat... so sleepy," he murmured, his voice a low, dark caress. He leaned in even closer, catching that faint, sweet scent of hers that had been haunting his thoughts all night. Suddenly, he snapped out of the trance. His expression hardened back into the icy mask of the CEO. He stood up straight and delivered a sharp, loud CLAP right next to her ear. "Miss Selena!" "AAHH!" Selena screamed, jumping so violently that her chair skidded backward. Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her throat. Disoriented and panicked, her heels caught on the carpet, and she began to lose her balance, tilting dangerously backward.

I replied, looking around, but all I could think was how, out of so many people in the world, it had to be him as my boss? "If you need anything, my office is next door. Again, welcome aboard." I thanked her again and Ella went to her office. I immediately messaged Jess, I can't call, but I can send a message. "When you see this message, respond to me! You won't believe what's happening." It seemed like Jess was waiting for me to speak, she responded immediately. "I'm here, spill the beans." "The CEO of Cyndi is none other than Mikhail. That guy from that party that day, Dominic's father." I cut straight to the point, I was anxious and nervous about everything that was happening.