The lycans devotion

One Night With My Billionaire Boss

Nathaniel Stone

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

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The city pulsed with life beneath the neon glow, but all that mattered was her.

She was intoxicating-wild laughter spilling from her lips like the finest wine, eyes gleaming under the club lights. Her touch lingered, soft yet possessive, as if she had already claimed me. And maybe she had.

"Stay with me tonight," she whispered, her breath warm against my neck.

I should have hesitated. I should have questioned the hunger in her voice, the way her fingers trembled slightly as they traced my wrist. But I was already hers.

Her lips crashed against mine, demanding, desperate. A spark of something dark flickered in her gaze, something more than desire-something deeper.

I didn't know then that love could be a curse.

The city pulsed with life beneath the neon glow, but all that mattered was her.

"Stay with me tonight," she whispered, her breath warm against my neck.

I should have hesitated. I should have questioned the hunger in her voice, the way her fingers trembled slightly as they traced my wrist. But I was already hers.

Her lips crashed against mine, demanding, desperate. A spark of something dark flickered in her gaze, something more than desire-something deeper.

I didn't know then that love could be a curse.

The room was dimly lit, the scent of wine and perfume hanging heavy in the air. The moment we stepped inside, she pressed me against the door, her body molding against mine.

"You drive me crazy," she murmured, dragging her lips down my throat, making me shiver.

I tilted my head, giving her access, craving her touch. She was fire and silk, her hands moving over me with an urgency that set my blood ablaze. When her lips brushed the pulse at my neck, I swore I felt her hesitate-just for a moment.

Then, she bit me.

It wasn't painful, but a sharp, intoxicating pleasure that shot through me like lightning. My breath hitched as she pulled away, lips stained crimson.

My heart pounded. "What was that?"

She wiped the blood from her mouth, eyes locking onto mine with an unreadable expression. Then, she smiled, slow and wicked.

"You taste sweet."

Something inside me knew-this wasn't just love. It was something darker, something deeper.

And I was falling, helplessly, into it.

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. You taste sweet.

I should have been afraid. Maybe a part of me was. But fear tangled with something far more dangerous-desire.

She didn't give me time to think.

Her lips found mine again, softer this time, teasing, coaxing me deeper into her. I melted against her, my hands threading through her dark, silken hair as she pushed me back toward the bed.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she whispered, her voice dripping with hunger.

I barely had time to respond before she was on top of me, pinning me beneath her. The weight of her body, the heat of her breath-it was overwhelming, consuming. My pulse thrummed wildly as she ran her fingers down my collarbone, tracing my skin as if memorizing every inch.

"You're mine," she murmured against my throat, her teeth grazing over the same spot she had bitten before. It sent a pulse of pleasure straight through me, making me arch into her touch.

A moan slipped past my lips, and she growled in response, the sound vibrating against my skin.

Her hands wandered lower, slipping beneath the fabric of my dress, her fingers tracing slow, burning circles along my thighs. She was teasing me, torturing me, drawing me deeper into the haze of want that surrounded us.

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