One Night With The Scheming CEO

n't just a headache; it was a drumbea

heavy, unfamiliar curtains. She flinched, a raw groan catching

sheets were silk, cool and unsettli

skyline. The room was a study in minimalist severity--charcoal gray walls, a single piece of abstract art, polished concrete

stomach. She pushed herself up, th

when she

falling to her mid-thighs, a stark white against her pale skin. Then she saw them: faint, purplish marks blooming on h

er ribs, a frantic, trappe

ling Innovations gala. The hollow chime of champagne glasses. The familiar

backed into a shadowed alcove with Jenna Foster. Her colleague. Her friend. H

ate burn of tequila, shot after

d. A vague, dizzying memory of being lifted into strong arms, of so

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ger. The realization hit her with the force of a ph

ore he woke up, before she h

lack cocktail number, lay in a crumpled, pathetic heap on the floor. She scooped it up, her fi

les

o. Her eyes darted frantically around the vast room, sear

t to two aspirin, a silent, unsettling offering.

as bold, slanted,

when you wak

knot formed i

pen just enough to reveal the corner of an ID card. Her fingers, t

a jolt, cold and electri

n Ste

boss of her boss's boss. The most powerful,

ed open, the sound echo

usled hair, a stark contrast to his otherwise impeccable appearance. If he was surprised to see her awake, his face gave nothing away. His piercing gray eyes swept ov

ns crashed down on her, suffocating. Her gaze flickered over him, drawn by an involuntary instinct. Just below his sharp jawline, partially visibl

rumble that vibrated through the silent

through the apartment. Damien walked to a small panel on the wall and presse

ynolds

lization sent a hot flush of mortify

is gaze unwavering, utterly devoid of judgment

g for a fraction of a second on her stomach. "S

t, her world shrinking to the suffocating space between his calm, gray eye

ust dehydration. A specialist. For this. A chilling dread, far worse than

led a gyne

th the force of a physical