One Night With The Possessive CEO

Chapter 6

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od outside the massive double doors of the most expensive pen

embling finger aga

no butler, no maid. Just a cavernous, hyper-modern

of guest slippers available-a pair of men's slides that were three sizes too big. She shu

cough echoed from

nts and a matching t-shirt. He had taken out his contacts and was wearing a pair of thin, gold-rimm

l lingering on his neck. The heavy stone

ghtly in front of her. "Mr. Rocha, I a

bridge of his nose. "I almost died, Ms. F

do you want to eat? I can order from the be

broad shoulders casting a shadow over her. "I

ocha, my cooking skills max ou

ard the massive, open-concept k

en. The appliances looked like they belonged on a spaceship. She opened the massive double-door

gas stove and twisted a knob. A massive burst of blue flame sho

very move. Watching her panic over the stove, the coldness in his chest melte

ed a heavy bone-china soup pot from the drying rack. Her hand

ning crash, shattering into d

ately dropped to her knees, her hands r

He vaulted over the back of the s

uch it!"

oor with terrifying speed. His grip was tight, hi

y finally broke her. Tears welled up in her eyes, spi

on's body. He let out a heavy sigh, his thumb

kitchen island and pressed her down

weatpants. He grabbed a broom and dustpan, sweepin

sink, washed his hands, and picked up a heavy che

ook," h

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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.”