One Night With The Possessive CEO

Chapter 7

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ved around the kitchen with the fluid, precise grace of a Michelin-starred chef. He

he rich, savory aroma exploded into the air. Bridget's stomach

A smirk played on his lips, though

is fingers wrapped around the glass, the muscles in his arm suddenly gave out-a

s jar slipped

she lunged off the stool, her hands shooti

organic ketchup sitting on the counter. The bottle tipped over. The cap popped off, and a thic

ading across her chest. She closed her eyes, wish

bbed her wrist, pulling her out of the kitchen. He dragged her

t right now, or the sta

ame, her face burning."No!

d into his master bedroom, and came back holding a brand-

I will come in there and t

's shirt over her head. The fabric was incredibly soft, but it was massive. The hem fell halfway down her thighs, maki

rted aggressively scrubbing he

ression instantly darkening as he saw the feed from the private elevator lobby. With a heavy sigh

A loud and excited voic

room wearing dark sunglasses and a baseball cap. He kicked off his shoe

two plates of steaming truffle pasta. His

you knock?"

de, you took forever to open up. I'm

t, the guest bathro

earing Jevon's oversized white shirt, clutching he

room went d

e of his nose. His jaw dropped. His eyes darted

The blood rushed to her head so fast she fe

, shit-eating grin spreading across his f

room in three strides, planting his massive body directly in

Jevon growled, the warn

's broad back, her face scarlet. "I-

er, winking blatantly. "Sure you did

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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.”