CEO's Getaway Love
After a one night stand with the woman whose house Jason broke into, his life has never been the same. Like a siren's call, he can't get the nymphomaniac woman off his mind. Weeks later, while getting intel for the crew's next heist, Jason lays eyes upon the woman and follows her into a secret strip club. She appears to lead a double life. One where she's the CEO of a multimillion company and her father's golden child. The other side of her life is that she owns a strip club and is extremely erotic. Can Jason learn to live with her as she is? Will he put his pride aside to be with the woman? ... especially when his crew is hired to kidnap a woman who turns out to be the love of his life.
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Chapter 4
"You are so fucking sexy," I remarked and gently placed my dick against the entrance of her vagina.
"Just fuck me like you mean it." The woman sternly stated and shoved my hips back so that my dick rammed into her. I moaned as I kept her warm vagina walls around my shaft. I slowly pulled out and then went back in again.
"You feel so big inside of me." The woman added and moved his hips to quicken the pace. The chain around my neck hit against my chest as I fucked her from behind. I gripped onto the sides of her hips and felt myself go deeper inside her.
"I'm not that far from cumming." I huskily whispered.
"Then cum for me, baby." The woman moaned as the side of her face was pushed against the mattress.
"Yes, ma'am." I nodded, which made her giggle and clench tighter around my dick. I pulled out completely and then rammed hard into her wet pussy as sensations ran up my dick. I moaned as I cummed and didn't care if the rest of the crew could hear us.
I pulled out, and the woman flipped over to lay on her back.
"That was fun." She smiled and watched me take off the now cum filled condom. "There's a bin in the bathroom." She added and pointed towards a door in the room.
"Thanks," I said and walked off to dispose of the condom. While in the bathroom, I washed off my dick and splashed my face with cold water. That was honestly the best sex I've ever had. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to calm down my thoughts.
Her sexy ass with the tattoo sparked in my mind, which made my dick twitch. I was ready to go again but tried to clear my mind as I walked back into the room.
"Someone is ready for round two." The woman giggled and grabbed onto my dick as I reached the bed.
"You want to go again?" I questioned and raised my eyebrow.
"I'm still horny. Plus, my pussy misses you." She smirked and opened her legs. I watched as she ran a finger past her clit and then shoved it into her vagina. The sight made my dick harden, and she stared into my eyes as she fingered herself. This woman was defiantly a nymphomaniac.
"Uh, fuck. You're so sexy." I groaned and ran my hand through my hair. My dick was erect once again. The woman smiled and removed her fingers to place them into her mouth. I wasn't going to get much sleep today.
The next morning I woke up as I heard a soft hum. I opened my eyes while my face was still against the pillow and stared at the gorgeous woman. Her light blue hair was tied up into a bun, and she had on a pair of glasses. She looked cute as fuck.
I noticed she had also changed into a black pencil skirt and cotton long sleeve white shirt. She softly hummed to herself and grabbed a pair of heels out of the wardrobe. The woman was so elegant when she moved and bent down to put on her nude heels.
"Do you like to watch people?" She suddenly asked and looked over at me with a smirk. I felt my cheeks turn slightly red and sat up.
The woman had also done her makeup and went for a natural brown look. She looked like a proper businesswoman if not for her bizarre light blue hair and diamond stud nose piercing.
"No." I cleared my throat. "Morning," I added and quickly checked the time on my watch. 7:12 am.
"Good morning, mister." The woman giggled and picked my clothes off of the floor. "Get dressed." She added after throwing my clothes at me and then walked off. Her high heels clicked against the tiled floor as I watched her hips swing as she walked. She opened the door and walked out without looking back at me before leaving.
I quickly got dressed and ran my fingers through my hair to try to tame its messy appearance, then followed after her. As I walked down the stairs, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. When I walked in, the delicious smell of bacon awoke my appetite. Axel was busy at the stove while Wen and Calvin sat on opposite sides of the woman. They laughed at something the woman said while JB leaned against the wall and observed.
"Morning, gents," I stated, and they greeted me and then turned their focus back onto what they were previously doing.
"How was your night, ey, Jason?" JB chuckled and nudged my shoulder.
"Good. She's one hell of a woman." I replied and leaned against the wall next to him.
"Oh, we all heard her moans." He added, which made me feel embarrassed. I scratched my head and then crossed my arms across my chest. I watched as the woman smiled and chatted with Wen, then touched Calvin's hand. They both seemed to be fully engaged in their conversation with her, which made a hint of jealously push up into my mind.
She was such a flirt. I tore my eyes away from her and looked at JB.
"When are we leaving?" I asked and sounded a bit irritated. He raised his eyebrow at me, confused.
"Yikes, someone woke up in a mood." He muttered, then answered my question. "Soon. Just going to have breakfast, then Wen said we'll go drop off the target and get paid."
I nodded and walked off to go check on the vehicle. I just wanted to get away from the sight of the woman with anyone else. Why did I feel this way? She was a complete stranger. I didn't even know her name or anything about her. It was just sex... really good sex.
I didn't expect to get to know her more or see her again. Yet, a part of me wanted to. I climbed into the car and sat in the driver's seat. I pulled out my phone and checked if I had any messages.
"Of course, there's none," I mumbled and shoved the phone into my pocket. I didn't have anyone in my life that cared about me. A few minutes passed, and the crew walked out with a plate full of bacon and scrambled eggs.
"Here's your breakfast. The woman said to keep the plate." Wen laughed and handed it to me.
"Thanks," I remarked and tucked in as Wen explained how the drop off would go.
"We'll park outside the warehouse, and I'll go in alone to sell the necklace. Then I'll split it evenly among us. Are we all good with that?" Wen asked, and we all nodded.
"For the rest of the jewellery, you should take 5% more of the profits." Axel offered, and Wen shook his head.
"No, it's okay. We are a crew, so we all get equal payments." Wen replied and nudged his glasses up.
"Thanks, boss." Calvin smiled. "Are we ready to leave?"
I finished off my breakfast and placed the plate under the seat.
"Yeah. Let's go get paid." I smiled and started the engine.
"Aren't you going to go say goodbye to the lady?" JB questioned with a wink.
"Nah," I shook my head.
I didn't want to allow myself to have hope that I could see her again. I decided to stop myself before I was even tempted.
Wen opened the garage door, and I reversed the vehicle out. The crew hadn't taken anything from the house, and as Wen climbed into the back, I looked towards the garage and saw the woman standing near the door.
My heat felt like it skipped a beat as she waved and smiled. I forced myself to look down and drove off. The woman was now just part of my memory.
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9.5
My boyfriend, Jefferson, convinced me to give up my Yale scholarship for him. He was my secret, my escape from the shame of my mother's past, and I threw away my future for our love.
Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
8.1
Terminally ill.
Betrayed by her husband.
Abandoned by the only family she had.
Ariel died with nothing... and no one.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole.
Her love.
Her identity.
Her power.
Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her.
The brother who abandoned her starts to regret.
Too late.
Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs.
She's the one who makes them kneel.
8.8
Elizbeth married the wealthy heir Carlton Wilkinson to save her grandfather's life's work.
But on their wedding night, instead of a loving husband, she faced a cold tyrant. He forced her to sign a brutal prenup, stripped her of all family rights, and banished her to a dingy guest room.
He was convinced she was just a pathetic, gold-digging liar.
When a catastrophic pain attack drove Carlton to smash his own head against the wall, Elizbeth rushed in to save him using her specialized acupuncture. She risked her life to calm his spasming nerves.
But the moment he woke up, he nearly choked her to death. He threw her against the wall, bleeding and bruised, accusing her of using cheap parlor tricks to poison him.
The next morning, his greedy relatives openly mocked her cheap clothes, waiting like vultures for Carlton to drop dead so they could steal his fortune.
Elizbeth was humiliated and terrified, but she soon discovered a classified secret.
Carlton was a former Delta Force operator slowly going mad from an undetectable weaponized biotoxin. The poison made him paranoid and violent. He would rather die in agony than accept help from a woman he despised.
Begged by his desperate grandfather, Elizbeth knew she had to cure him in the shadows.
At 1:00 AM, she slipped a heavy, odorless sedative into his water and sneaked into his pitch-black bedroom to begin the detox.
But as her silver needle hovered over his skin, a massive hand shot out and pinned her violently to the mattress.
"How much did they pay you to poison me?" he hissed in the dark, his eyes wide awake and blazing with murderous fury.
9.2
Arla was supposed to marry Clinton Freeman, the perfect fiancé who had promised to love her and protect her five-year-old son.
But instead, the cold steel of a dagger pierced her chest.
As she collapsed onto the freezing basement floor, she watched her adoptive sister Blair laugh.
"Look at her," Blair sneered, kicking her son's small, blue, lifeless body.
Clinton stood there, calmly wiping the bloody blade on a pristine handkerchief.
In her dying moments, the horrifying truth became clear. Her fiancé and her adoptive family had been plotting all along to steal her massive trust fund.
To break her, they had secretly tortured her child. Clinton had watched Blair pierce the little boy's arms with sewing needles, rewarding him with candy to keep him silent.
Arla's lungs burned with the taste of copper and ash.
She couldn't understand why the family she trusted could be so monstrous, or why they had to brutally murder an innocent child just for money.
The darkness swallowed her whole, drowning her in suffocating hatred and absolute despair.
Then, she gasped for air.
The concrete floor was gone, replaced by the silk sheets of a hotel penthouse suite.
Arla had been reborn to the exact night six years ago—the very day Blair first dragged her son into the dark attic.
This time, she picked up a solid silver letter opener, ready to burn them all to the ground.
9.7
I died with blood pooling and betrayal.
My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone.
But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest.
This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation.
They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back.
They have no idea I've already won.