One Night With The Possessive CEO

Chapter 9

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gar room clicked shut, seali

deadly serious. "What the hell are you doing, Jevon? If you're just playin

the climate-controlled humidor, pulled out a Cuban

er lighter from Jevon'

mask was gone. His eyes were filled w

years," Jevon said, his vo

k. "Wait. You mean... the girl out there... sh

atch, and inhaled deeply. He exhaled a thick

on used to be after the kidnapping. "If you found her, why the hell are you pl

, staring out at the glittering Manhattan s

ely shattered. If I tell her that the CEO she's terrified of is actually the weak, path

rifying resolve. "I am going to make her fall in

lly, he let out a breath and shook his hea

et was sitting rigidly on the sofa, flipping

demeanor shifting from flirtatious to deeply respectfu

He's been secretly in love with a girl for ten years. But he's terr

e. She thought about Jacob'

r, imposing his own fantasy on her for a decade, then it's selfish d

. The crystal glass in his hand cracked under the sudden, vi

epped on a massive landmine. "Well, m

upted, her voice hard. "I want s

lked over, grabbed Zane by the back of

von snarled. "Y

the paparazzi are ever

Book the entire top floor of the Four Seasons for Zane. Pu

ing Bridget an apologetic look

hut. The silence in the

r heart pounding. "I should

ys from the console table. His jaw was cl

ng you," 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.”