PIAYING THE CEO'S GAME

her through the process of giving me access to her husband's phone calls and text messag

l housewife crossed my mind but it didn't matter as long as she was sending in the other half part of my payment after the job was done. Now, it was already 10pm and there was nothing more frustrating th

tious enough to delete all o

to drowse off when another con

ve heard me. I pressed my lips in a thin line of gratitude. Adjusting my h

, Ja

ilence on the oth

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l. 10Pm. Don

is Japer of a guy was, there was something shitty going on between him and Ryan. Was it an illegal deal that involved drugs

saw what she saw but that doesn't prove anything. So, I was certain the result from the investigation would be negative. But the

more money

sn't hired for this and it should be the le

d get me

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f all kinds were parked all across the entrance. I swallowed a little nervously as I watched ladies and

ered quietly and reassuringly to myself

ning the door of the cab, I let my foot taste the ground first and when I was sure I

ssions and the women tried to look past my dark sunshades probably to get a full glimpse of the short As

ttle surprised when they did not ask for my identity card. Was

I knew I could always pull t

d I settled my weight on it, crossing my legs to put up with my faux gorgeousness. I watched t

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both of them. This was my job and late

earlier than

of the magazine was a man who controlled the CEO page. It was a white and black photo of a modeling shot. My eyes lingered longer than necessary on the page and I gulped at the tingling sensation the photo of the model caused right in-between my legs. The hard lines of his abs and his torso e

pin me strongly to the walls

Welcome back

th curly brown hair was being attended by the receptionists and I quickly pulled out my phone from my handbag to confirm what I was seeing was true.

wristwatch ag

rf

alone, a pair of sexy long legs joined him and embraced him in a hug that was too close and lasted too long to be called a

e late

I guess th

I know.

about its last night and y

r

upils dilated from behind the safety of my shades. Ryan Brooks was the smartest cheat alive. I spare

ting on his wife with? I was sure there could be several others whose contacts he probably saved

o go,

strides towards the receptionist counter. When I was a shoulder inch away from Ryan and his woman, I intentionally bumped shoulders with him an

rry." Ryan

wipe invisible specks of dust off my dress and ha

the receptionist for any n

now enough already, I would say she was lovable. But man, do I hate her smiles. If I had the chance to pick her nic

of gratitude and turned my back against them. As I walked out of

Cameras.