One Night With The Possessive CEO

Chapter 5

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ct Jevon had assigned her team was brutal. She hadn't slept more th

er fifteen-minute lunch break, she ran down to the street and bought a spicy s

king her first massive bite of the taco, w

needs to be on Mr. Rocha's

and, keeping the half-eaten taco in her right, and sprinted

h, trying to hide the taco behind the thick manila fo

ors, his tie loosened, looking deeply i

r voice flat and professional as she starte

ce. He noticed a tiny speck of spicy sauce clinging t

ght without a single meal. His blood sugar was crashing violently. His eyes dropp

before his brai

nto his designer wastebasket. "This street food doesn't suit you," he murmured. Then, his gaze dropped to the tiny speck of spicy sauce clinging to the corner of her mouth. He reached out, his thumb

t the sheer intimacy of the gesture. The file slipped

from his lips, a wicked, triumphant gleam in his eye

later, the tr

o his throat. The sound of his breathing turned into a wet, ragged whe

topped. "Mr. Roch

his fingers clawing at his collar. "Shrimp,"

d to ice. The taco. I

e intercom button. "Alex! Help! He can't breathe!" sh

e face and immediately ripped open the medical kit on the wall. He pulled out a

e heave violently as the adrenaline rushed

y upright. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea about your allergy," she said, her voice urgent and rational despite the t

but steady. Even in his weakened state, his dark

face twisted in fury, re

bling hand. "Get ou

hen stormed out,

evon stared at Bridget's tear-stained fa

Frank," Jevon said, his

eatedly. "I am so sorry! I didn't know! I'll

h. "Do you think your salary co

s covering her face. "Wh

ut. " You will come to my penthouse tonight after w

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“Bridget left the office early on her anniversary, her pocket heavy with a custom velvet ring box meant for her fiancé. But when she pushed open the bedroom door, she found him tangled in their bed with her best friend, Chloe. "Bridget! Wait, it's not what it looks like!" Jacob stammered, his eyes wide with panic. "Evidence," Bridget stated coldly, snapping a photo of their naked bodies before fleeing into the freezing New York night. Desperate to numb the betrayal, she got blackout drunk at an underground lounge and threw herself at a dark, terrifyingly handsome stranger. She woke up in a penthouse suite alone, finding only a limitless black credit card left on the nightstand. Humiliated and feeling like a cheap escort, she ran away, swearing to forget the nightmare. But the nightmare had just begun. When she rushed into the office, she discovered the stranger was Jevon Rocha-the ruthless billionaire CEO of her company. He didn't fire her. Instead, he trapped her in a twisted, obsessive power game, forcing her into his private life and demanding she report to his penthouse. Bridget couldn't understand why a ruthless billionaire was so dangerously fixated on a low-level employee. Until she stumbled upon his secret social media account and saw a crayon drawing of a little kid, captioned with a single word: "Finally." A wave of absolute horror washed over her. He wasn't just playing games; he was hiding a secret child and a messy, high-stakes family drama. She refused to be the naive collateral damage in a billionaire's twisted life. Trembling, Bridget hit "Block" on his profile, determined to escape his dangerous web.”