My Forced Dominant CEO Husband

Vasti felt lightheaded—she really couldn't handle much alcohol. When she finally made her way to the bathroom, someone had already locked themselves inside.

Great, she muttered under her breath, leaning against the wall. After a couple of minutes, she gave up waiting in silence and knocked. "Hello? Are you going to be much longer?"

No one answered, at least not directly. But she could have sworn she heard a muffled moan. Curious—and a little annoyed—she pressed her ear closer to the door. This time, she caught a man's voice coming from inside.

Oh, come on… Seriously? Vasti pleaded, her patience wearing thin. "Guys, some of us are actually desperate here!"

Vasti wasn't naive. It was obvious—some couple had turned the nightclub bathroom into their own private suite. Typical.

What an inconsiderate thing to do! Vasti thought.

The sounds inside shifted: clothes rustling, a zipper being yanked up, and then the door finally swung open. A tall, stunning blonde stepped out, her lipstick smudged and her eyes bold, casually wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Vasti didn't need to ask what had just gone down.

Way to kill the vibe, the woman scoffed, bumping Vasti's shoulder as she breezed past.

Spare me! Vasti thought, making a face.

Oh, please, she muttered aloud, finally stepping toward the bathroom—only to freeze when she found herself staring into a pair of unmistakable green eyes.

She blinked. "You've got to be kidding me!"

The man studied her with that lazy, crooked grin, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes gleaming with something between arrogance and contempt.

You just never quit, do you? the man said, his gaze raking over her in a way that made her skin crawl. The smile stayed cocky, but his eyes were pure disdain.

The shock wore off fast, and Vasti snapped her jaw shut, brow furrowing as she glared at him.

What's that supposed to mean? she shot back, her own look loaded with annoyance.

He scoffed, scanned the hallway like he couldn't believe his luck, then locked eyes with her again.

I can't stand women who act clueless. If you're that desperate, just say so. No need to play games—or stalk me.

For a second, Vasti could only stare at the man, dumbfounded, completely floored by his nerve.

What the hell are you talking about?! she yelled. "Are you out of your mind?" Maybe he was—after all, thanks to him, she'd lost her job. "Because of you, I got fired! And for what? Just for accidentally bumping into you?"

She shook her head in disbelief while he arched a smug eyebrow. Vasti didn't let up.

And now, as if that wasn't enough, you're accusing me of stalking you? She laughed, sharp and mocking, giving him a slow once-over. "Just so you know, I'm here with a friend—someone who actually knows the staff here. This nightclub is our usual spot. I only came tonight because I needed a break after some arrogant, self-absorbed jerk fired me for no reason. So, if anyone's following someone, maybe you should look in the mirror!"

Vasti knew she shouldn't be trash-talking her boss to his face, but right now, she didn't care.

No, no—ex-boss, she reminded herself. Of course, ex. She didn't owe him a single ounce of restraint. The man had been a complete ass, and thanks to his theatrics, Vasti had lost her job. She was sure he'd been behind it all! "As if my family drama wasn't enough, now I'm dealing with this nightmare on legs."

The man drew a sharp breath, then moved in one quick motion—grabbing Vasti's arm and yanking her into the bathroom before she had time to protest. The door slammed shut behind them, and her back hit the wood. She barely got a word out before his mouth crashed down on hers, warm and unyielding.

Oh! Vasti gasped, caught completely off guard. The man pinned her wrists above her head with one powerful hand, leaving her no chance to move, while his other hand held her firmly by the waist.

Her lips parted in shock, and he wasted no time, deepening the kiss until it left her breathless. She couldn't deny it—a day spent cursing his name, and now she was melting against him. His knee slid between Vasti's legs, pushing them apart, letting him get closer still. Vasti wasn't the type to let a stranger kiss her, but right now, logic was nowhere in sight.

Hey! Vasti? A sharp knock at the door surprised Vasti. The man didn't let go immediately. Instead, he slowly released her wrists, letting her hands drift down. Then he guided one of her hands to his chest, his own touch gentler now as he brushed his fingers across her cheek.