One Night With The Cold Ceo Novels & Stories

The faint light above cast a soft glow on her face, but her eyes remained cold. Her phone screen dimmed in her hand. He’s watching. Every move. Every step. Every mistake. Her fingers tightened slightly. So he found out. Faster than she expected. For a brief second, irritation flashed across her face. Then it disappeared. Replaced by something colder. If she hesitated now, she would lose everything. And she had never been someone who accepted defeat. Her lips curved faintly. “This ends tonight.” Upstairs, Fang Jia’s room was quiet.

I rubbed my eyes again, shifting my gaze to the leaking roof, trying to recollect why it went down last night. I moved from the laptop, sitting close to the mattress the same way I had sat last night, and then I pointed to the laptop. “I was right here, right? ”. I threw the question to one in particular. I was going through the net searching for extra jobs I could take on that wouldn't affect my shift when my eyes saw “One Night with the CEO." I just clicked on it randomly with the impression they might need a temporary cleaner, and I would add it to the list and at least solve some of my outstanding debt.

The screen lit up on the carpet, displaying a message. 'Enjoy your night with President Monad, Ales.' But Alessia was not with Brute. She was in the arms of a man far more dangerous. As Evander set her on the silk sheets and began to unbutton his vest, his gaze pinned her — cold, possessive, promising ruin. "Remember this moment, Miss Gabbs," he murmured. "Tomorrow, you'll realize the devil you knew was nothing compared to the one you just invited into your bed." There, in Room 888, the Emperor claimed his prize. And neither of them would ever be the same.

He appeared bewildered and horrified, the same he appeared when he said Liana. Why then did he appear to be shocked at seeing me? I tried to ignore it. I sat at my desk, and looked as though I were reading the big book on my desk. Then the office door opened. I looked up. A man walked in first. Then there came in another man behind him. I froze. It was him. Damon. The Damon from last night. The man I slept with. My one-night stand was with a man who was my new boss. The CEO.

EMILY’S POV Inside my office, I sat at my desk staring blankly at my computer screen without seeing anything on it. The words blurred together into meaningless shapes as my mind kept replaying the scene from earlier over and over again. The man I’d slept with. Not once but twice. The man I’d argued with in meetings, the man I’d corrected and assigned tasks to like he was just another junior analyst. The man whose hands had been on my waist just yesterday, whose lips had been on mine, whose fingers had made me come apart in a hotel bathroom. That man was the CEO of the entire company.

This was no longer only about discovering a hidden family relationship. It was about separating facts from assumptions, even when the facts led toward powerful people. "Let's request an interview," she said. Agustin nodded. "I'll make the arrangements." 11:40 AM — Walker & Montefalco Tower Noah found Alison outside the operations department. He was holding two takeaway coffees and wearing the expression he usually reserved for problems he already knew she wouldn't appreciate. "I brought you coffee," he said. "That's suspiciously generous." "I've been told generosity is an important quality."

Amaraielle Grace Stewart is a 24-year-old graduating Tourism Management student who has spent her entire life trying to be the granddaughter her strict grandmother expects her to be. She has a future to build, a reputation to protect, and a life that is supposed to follow all the rules. Until one night at a bar, when one impulsive encounter changes everything. While looking for a quiet moment in the women's restroom, Amara accidentally encounters a dangerously attractive stranger kissing another woman. She decides to mind her own business until moments later, she finds herself alone with him. One look becomes an unexpected kiss. One kiss becomes a moment neither of them can take back. A

And tomorrow at nine AM, Sinclair Global would announce new CEO of foundation — me — and first resident — single mother from Queens. Return complete. Revenge complete. And somewhere in cheap hotel downtown, billionaire CEO was opening cheap suitcase first time and smelling garlic potatoes he finally missed. Tomorrow, real negotiation — of heart — would begin.

"Huh. Where are you in such a hurry? There's still nothing between us." This man's voice was mixed with laughter, but it gave me goosebumps. Kirk also unintentionally broke out in a cold sweat. "What?" The man adjusted his tie, his cold eyes burning Kirk. He motioned to his secretary to work directly with Kirk, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his expensive, luxury car. The warmth in the car made me feel so warm and comfortable. I rested my head on the side of the door, relaxing my body because I was too tired when I couldn't sleep for many days because I was locked in the cold basement, even if they starved me.

Sapphire's POV "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" That was the first thing I screamed inside of my head when I saw who sat before me. The very same man with whom I had a one night stand, the strange man that I slept with in a drunken state, that man was none other than my new CEO? He was New York's most talked-about billionaire, Mr Donovan? Creator of Tinzel? Who would've thought? I wasn't expecting to see the man so soon and worse, here of all places! The universe really played a trick on me, a wicked one at that.