SURRENDER TO THE BILLIONAIRE BOSS

SURRENDER TO THE BILLIONAIRE BOSS

Regina Eliza

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I never planned to fall into his bed or his world. After a night of heartbreak and too much champagne, I woke up in the arms of the most powerful man I'd ever met: Adrian Blackwood, the enigmatic billionaire CEO whose name alone made people tremble. I thought it was a mistake, a fleeting one-night stand I'd never speak of again. Until I walked into my new job... and saw him sitting behind the desk, looking at me like I was both his secret and his sin. Adrian was everything I swore to avoid:cold, controlling, and far too dangerous for a woman like me. Yet every glance, every accidental touch pulled me deeper into his orbit. I tried to keep it professional, but his possessive eyes told another story:one filled with obsession, hidden scars, and a hunger that refused to fade. What started as an accident soon became a forbidden entanglement. But in his world of power and deception, love is the most dangerous game of all. And when the past he tried to bury collides with my future, one secret threatens to destroy us both. One night changed everything. Now, I'm either the woman who can save him... Or the one who will bring him to his knees.

Chapter 1 One Night Stand

(Elena POV)

The rain had been falling since morning, relentless and cold. I remember clutching my thin jacket closer as I hurried down Fifth Avenue, my shoes soaked through, my cheap umbrella turning inside out against the wind. I had just lost my job that afternoon,fired from a marketing agency that never paid enough anyway and my rent was due in three days. I should've gone home. I should've cried, or screamed, or done something sensible.

But instead, I walked into The Azure, one of Manhattan's most luxurious hotels, pretending I belonged there.

I told myself I only wanted a drink, just one, to numb the sting of failure. But deep down, I think I wanted to feel invisible. To vanish into a place where no one knew me as Elena Monroe, the girl who never wins.

The bar was dim, polished, elegant. Jazz music hummed low, glasses clinked, and laughter floated like perfume. I chose a corner seat, ordered the cheapest cocktail on the menu, and tried to disappear into the soft glow of other people's wealth.

That's when he walked in.

Adrian Blackwood.

At the time, I didn't know his name. I just noticed the way the room shifted when he entered: like the air itself bent toward him. He moved with the quiet confidence of someone who owned everything he touched. His black suit looked like it cost more than my yearly rent, his jaw sharp enough to cut glass. And his eyes,God, those eyes were the color of dark whiskey, deep and unreadable.

He sat at the bar, not far from me, his posture relaxed but commanding. People glanced at him, whispered his name. I couldn't hear what they said, but the way they looked at him told me enough: he wasn't just someone. He was someone important.

I should've looked away. I didn't.

Our eyes met. Once. Twice. And then he smiled.

It wasn't the kind of smile men give when they flirt. It was quiet, curious, dangerous. The kind of smile that says I see you, even when you're trying to hide.

"Rough night?" he asked, his voice deep, smooth as velvet.

I blinked, startled that he'd actually spoken to me. "You could say that."

He nodded toward my glass. "Doesn't look like it's helping."

"It's not," I admitted.

He gestured to the bartender. "Two old fashioneds."

"I didn't-"

"My treat," he said simply. "You look like you could use something stronger."

I wanted to refuse, to prove I didn't need saving. But my pride had already drowned hours ago. So I nodded, and when he handed me the glass, our fingers brushed. Just a touch, barely there,but it sparked something.

He didn't ask for my name, and I didn't ask for his. We talked about everything and nothing. He asked what I wanted from life, and I laughed,because I didn't even know anymore. He told me he believed people were only as powerful as their pain. I remember thinking that was both poetic and sad.

I told him I wanted to start over, somewhere far away. He told me that running never works because you always bring yourself with you.

Somewhere between our third drink and his quiet laughter, something inside me broke open. The city, the rain, the noise of failure,it all faded. All I saw was him. The mystery. The pull. The danger.

And I wanted him.

Not because he was beautiful - though he was. Not because he was rich - though I could tell he was. I wanted him because, for the first time in months, I didn't feel invisible.

When he leaned closer, his voice dropped to a whisper.

"Come upstairs with me."

I should've said no. Every rational part of me screamed that this was madness. But his eyes held mine, steady, patient, certain and something in me shattered.

I followed him.

The elevator ride felt like a dream I wasn't supposed to have. I could smell the faint trace of his cologne:cedar and smoke,and the warmth radiating from his body made my skin ache. When the doors opened, he guided me into a penthouse suite overlooking the storm-lit skyline.

It was beautiful. Cold. Expensive. Like him.

He turned to face me, undoing the top button of his shirt. "You can still leave," he said softly. "No questions. No regrets."

But I didn't move.

Instead, I stepped closer, feeling my pulse hammer in my throat. "I don't want to leave."

The moment his lips touched mine, the world tilted. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't polite. It was fire:raw, consuming, desperate. The kind of kiss that makes you forget your name. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

The rain outside grew louder, a wild symphony against the glass. His jacket hit the floor. My breath hitched as his fingers trailed along my skin like he was memorizing it. Everything felt urgent, inevitable, like we were both running from something and had finally found a place to stop.

We didn't talk after that. There were no promises, no confessions. Just the sound of rain and the rhythm of two strangers pretending, for one night, that they weren't broken.

When it was over, I lay against his chest, watching the city lights flicker across his skin. For the first time in forever, I felt safe and that terrified me.

I woke before dawn.

The suite was silent. Adrian- though I still didn't know his name was asleep beside me, the hard lines of his face softened in the pale morning light. I wanted to stay. I wanted to believe this night could mean something.

But I was just a girl who'd lost her job and made a mistake. And he,whoever he was lived in a world I didn't belong to.

So I dressed quietly, scribbled a note on hotel stationery "Thank you for the escape." and left before the sun fully rose.

I told myself it didn't matter. That it was just a moment. Just a night.

But as I stepped out into the gray dawn, I realized something terrifying.

For the first time in my life, I didn't feel lost. I felt alive.

And that feeling,that dangerous, beautiful spark was the beginning of everything.

Three weeks later, I'd know his name.

Three weeks later, I'd walk into a new office and meet the man who would become my boss.

Adrian Blackwood

And the man who had changed everything with one night... would become the one I could never escape.

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