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Let's keep going." He grunted as he thrust into he
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bout but never introduced. It all made sense now, the secrecy, the mi
been a
, stupi
't I see
cross my chest, like someone had
n't ev
ask him why he ended things. I had believed we still had
h
ts own body. The cold night air slapped me, jolting me briefly into reality. I crashed into a wa
But what would have changed? Would screaming have ma
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would
lub," I told the next cab
ories. I needed music, flashing lights, noise
he alcohol burned through my veins, but it couldn't touch the nausea twisting my gut. I wanted to
I hear
ave this
as low, ric
ifferent world. Dressed in a tailored suit, his eyes were c
and into his w
thm. He held me like he knew what I was trying to forget. And
rld faded, and exh
r
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s fluttered open, groggy. Nothing looked familiar. This wasn'
athroom do
er from the club. Shirtless. His abs glistened with dro
mach d
head his lips, his touch
my
immediately flew to my mou
ked. "What's wrong? You w
turned my
cracked, throat
a nearby table, pulled out his wallet, a
our se
d me straight th
f turning to disgust. My hands
nk I'm a
till smirking.
ck of bills and hurled it at his head. It hi
as a mistake. One I regret more
ed, a flicker of sur
othes, slipping them on with s
ide the hotel, a wall of
s. Microphones sh
already on the news? That I slept with a stranger? G
e. Unexpectedly. Off-script. My br
about your ex-fiancé being
art s
ss the words. They didn't just ha
phone
ge from
off your company t
numb. My knees
e mean? Wh
remem
to sign before we had sex. I had been
it withou
ny he built with blood, sweat, and sleeples
he handed it to me, trusted me with it before he died. Now
failed him. I failed eve
stop. Their voices crowded my head, but on
er's company building, grinning
eside
tepm
th fel
omed in as he
me introduce
flew to
orld
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s his
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beginning? Pretended he was her nephew?
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