One Night With The Ruthless CEO

Chapter 2

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Caitlin away from the night before li

ymous bodies was

esign firm, a small, struggling company housed in a nondescript office building.

everyone's attention. "Alright, people, listen up! We're bidding for

ed a thick binder with a heavy thud. The c

hering to look at her. "Get this

else wanted to deal with traffic and receptionists. But she couldn't refuse. Not with her mother's bills p

llow cab and gave the driver t

was a monument of glass and steel, exuding power. After paying the driver, she pu

o wait on a low leather sofa in the visitor's area. Caitlin sat,

t a coincidence-a common name, a different man. But as she sat in the shadow of this to

The doors slid open, and a group of executives in expen

n look

an at the center of the storm, the one

sion impassive as he listened to a subordinate's repo

er stand up, the heavy binder

. There was no recognition. No flicker of warmth. Nothing. His eyes, the same gray eyes that had l

rse, a mistake he had already decided to forget. He continued walking,

t squeezed her heart. The chasm between his world

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Victoria Billionaires

“Since her father's bankruptcy, Caitlin Knight had been drowning in her mother's astronomical sanitarium bills, clinging to a junior design job just to survive. But her manager handed her a sickening ultimatum: secure the massive Zenith Corporation contract by attending a private dinner with their top executive, Donnie Hicks, or be fired by morning. The "dinner" turned out to be a calculated trap. The private dining room was soundproof, and a hidden jammer completely killed her cell service. Hicks didn't even glance at her carefully prepared design proposals. Instead, he forced her to drink, his eyes gleaming with greedy intent as he threatened to blacklist her from the industry if she didn't comply. Then, under the heavy mahogany table, his hot, sweaty hand clamped onto her calf and began sliding deliberately up her thigh. The humiliation was suffocating, a hot bile rising in her throat, but the sheer injustice of it all ignited a volcanic surge of rage in her chest. Why did she have to endure this torment just to keep her mother alive? "You touch me again and I'll call the police." Caitlin violently yanked his hand away, grabbed her briefcase, and fled into the cold Manhattan night, tears streaming down her face. She thought her career was entirely over and she had nowhere left to run. But what Donnie Hicks didn't know was that the elusive billionaire CEO of Zenith Corporation, Isaac Harrell, was the same brooding boy who used to sit behind Caitlin in high school-and he was already coming for her.”