I Accidentally Slept With The CEO
After catching her fiancé cheating on her, Lena Hart goes out drinking with one goal: forget everything. One reckless night turns into a steamy one-night stand with a handsome stranger who leaves her breathless and nameless.
She leaves before morning, convinced it was just a mistake she can bury.
Until she walks into work.
The stranger is Lucas Reed, her company's new CEO.
And Lena is assigned as his personal assistant.
Now she's trapped in relentless proximity with the man who knows her body better than he should, forced to sit outside his office, take his orders, and pretend their night never happened. Lucas is powerful and devastatingly aware of exactly what they're risking and exactly how badly he wants her, the harder they try to stay professional, the more dangerous their attraction becomes.
One night was supposed to mean nothing.
Now it could destroy her career... or become the one thing neither of them can walk away from.
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Chapter 1
Lena
Tequila burned down my throat like tiny betrayal in liquid form.
I shouldn’t be out. I should be at home, curled up in my apartment, plotting subtle ways to make Ethan regret every single bad decision he’s ever made. I was stupid to go to his apartment to surprise him because apparently he’s my fiancée and we haven’t had much sex in a while and then I found him with another woman, and with their legs tangled. My engagement ring shining like a cruel joke on my finger.
I should have cried. I should have screamed. Instead, I froze, my brain on vacation while my heart registered that stab of betrayal. And now, here I am, with my heels in hand, stumbling into a downtown club because apparently the only cure for a cheating fiancé is loud music, neon lights, and enough alcohol to flood a small country. I needed to forget a three year relationship that ended with him cheating on me.
I grabbed a drink at the bar and downed it like it owed me my life back. It burned like hell and felt amazing. My fingers gripped the glass like it could erase the memory lodged in my chest. The bass thumped through my bones, my body swaying as if it knew better than my brain. It was exactly my kind of disaster night. God, I’m pathetic, aren’t I?
Somebody brushed my arm and it felt too delibrate. My stomach flipped. Oh, perfect. Club stranger #3 is trying to poison me now. Fantastic.
Before I could react, a shadow moved between me and the hand.
“Step back,” a deep, calm voice said.
I looked up. He wasn’t flashy and he didn’t smile, didn’t even bother meeting my eyes but my brain still screamed stop staring, you idiot. His hair was black, a little messy like he’d run his hand through it too many times, and his face was unfairly sharp in that calm, effortless way. Nothing about him was loud, yet my pulse jumped anyway.
Who the hell is this fucking handsome man?
He twisted the guy’s wrist, who yelped and disappeared into the crowd. My drink? Safe. My bag? Untouched. Miracle number one.
“You okay?” His voice was calm, confident and somehow, devastatingly sexy.
“I… I think so,” I said, trying not to shake. Lie. Lie like your life depends on it. Because it does.
He glanced at me, sharply, then drifted back into the crowd. But I couldn’t stop noticing him. He was lurking like a shadow but I couldn’t resist not checking him out.
By my fourth drink, I’d abandoned all restraint. I danced with my hair plastered to my forehead, laughter spilling out too loud and my hips brushing strangers, moving in ways that felt dangerously free and then he was behind me, close enough that heat prickled my skin.
His hands pressed a little firmer on my waist, and I could feel how close we were. Our hips bumped together, and I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at the electricity zinging through me. He let out a small groan, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks, how was it possible to feel this much just from being this close? I tilted my head, daring him with a smirk, and my heart thudded as if it knew we weren’t done yet.
He leaned closer, his fingers brushing mine. “You have no idea how tempting you are right now,” he murmured.
I smirked, leaning into him just slightly. “Oh, I think I might have some idea,” I shot back, letting my words drip with mischief. My heart slammed against my ribs. God, I hope I don’t melt all over him. Spoiler: too late.
He laughed, a dangerous edge in his voice. “Careful, I might not let you get away,” he said, holding my hand like it was magnetic. I licked my lips without thinking, pulse racing.
My body grinded against his trousers without thinking, my hair falling forward, and my heart leapt.I felt something hard against my skirt, poking me. I caught myself imagining what it would feel like to kiss him. Oh God. Just kiss him.
And then we did with his lips hardly pressed on mine. It was so good. My hands were tangled in his jacket while his hands firm on my waist, holding me close.
I pulled back just slightly, breathing hard, “You’re trouble,” he whispered.
I grinned, breathless. “So are you.”
His eyes darkened, almost mischievous. “Do you… want to get out of here?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Just you and me tonight?”
I pressed closer, my heart hammering. “Yeah,” I breathed.
The pull between us was insane. One thing led to another, and suddenly we were walking toward the exit, close enough that I could feel how in sync we were.
The cab ride was a blur of whispered jokes, him touching my thighs, and the heat of being near him. I didn’t care about anything, or what anyone would think. I only cared about fucking him.
When the cab stopped, my pulse began to race again. When we stepped out in front of an hotel, I pulled him closer and kissed him again.
And yet… I didn’t stop myself.
It was just one night of fun. Nothing more.
Or so I told myself.
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7.7
Married off to him to pay a debt that was never mine, my only purpose was to give him an heir.
Year after year, my foolish heart fell harder while he shattered it without mercy.
When my service ended, my debt paid, and no child to bind us, I chose freedom through divorce.
But just when I thought I was free...
I was bound to him again.
Bound by his child.
7.4
Tonight was supposed to be Cordelia's grand engagement party, the night she finally secured her future.
But an hour before the banquet, she received an anonymous video. Her fiancé was in the hotel's penthouse, tangled in the sheets with her stepsister. They had even paid off her trusted staff to keep her isolated.
Cordelia didn't shed a single tear. She walked onto the grand stage, hijacked the screens, and broadcasted their betrayal to hundreds of New York's elite. She tore up the multimillion-dollar prenup and threw the pieces in his face.
"The engagement is canceled. My legal team will seize your family's assets by tomorrow morning."
But instead of support, her own father violently grabbed her wrist, furious that she ruined their reputation. Her stepmother tried to slap her for the cameras, and her ex-fiancé threatened to completely destroy her career. Surrounded by the people who were supposed to be her family, she was treated like the villain.
Just as she was cornered, Justice Duncan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street, stepped out of the shadows.
He offered her absolute protection and capital, but only if she signed a five-year contract marriage to mother his four-year-old heir.
But when Cordelia finally met the little boy, her blood ran completely cold.
The boy was the exact baby she was told she had miscarried four years ago. And the billionaire handing her the marriage contract was the same stranger who had taken him.
9.3
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb.
When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump.
"You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly.
To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding.
I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded.
But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot.
When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony.
Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number.
"You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
8.5
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"Suck my c^ck, Rosabella. That's all you're good at. A hopeless orphan can only dream of luxury. Keep your filthy mouth out of my affair...use it only to make me cum."
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Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact.
She envies the rich-people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering.
Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise.
A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy...
a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden.
Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing... and Bella finds her.
Lucian offers no gratitude...and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all.
Bella is taken into his world-strictly as a deal.
What she doesn't realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair.
And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez.
A deal turns into obsession.
Survival into desire.
Desire into Hate.
Hate into Love.
That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake.
Will Bella's desperate deal destroy her?
Or Will she become Lucian's destruction?
7.2
Talia Morgan is a broke final-year medical student with one nightmare she cannot escape - her mother is dying, and the hospital bills are impossible to pay.
Just when all hope is lost, she receives an unbelievable offer: a one-year contract marriage to billionaire tech CEO Adrian Blackwood... in exchange for $50,000.
No love.
No intimacy.
No emotions.
Just rules and signatures.
Adrian needs a wife to secure his inheritance. Talia needs money to save her mother. The deal is simple.
Until it isn't.
Living under the same roof with a cold, dangerously attractive billionaire brings unexpected complications:
• His jealous ex refuses to disappear
• His family starts to love her
• And every touch, every glance, begins to feel less like a contract and more like a promise
When Talia discovers she may be carrying the one man she was never supposed to love, the contract threatens to destroy everything.
8.3
Five years ago, a silver bullet meant for Alpha Liam shattered my spine. I took the shot to save him, and in exchange, my inner wolf went silent. I became a ghost in my own pack—the barren Luna.
But gratitude has an expiration date. Liam brought Sarah home, claiming she was just a "designated breeder" for the heir I couldn't provide.
It was a lie. When Sarah faked a fall, Liam didn't defend me. To appease the Elders, he ordered me to be whipped with silver lashes.
He watched from the balcony as I bled.
Later, on the day he marked her, he drained my rare blood to save her from a "miscarriage," then handed me a one-way ticket to Paris.
"It's for your safety," he said, exiling me to make room for his new family.
I looked at the man I sacrificed everything for. He didn't see a wife; he saw a resource to be used and discarded. He thought he could break me and send me away quietly.
So, I gave him exactly what he wanted: a dead Luna.
I didn't board the plane to Paris. Instead, I let him watch the news report that Flight 815 had crashed into the Atlantic with no survivors.
While he went mad with grief, realizing Sarah was a fraud, I was in the North, unlocking the White Wolf he thought was gone forever.
When we met again, I wasn't his broken wife. I was holding another Alpha's hand.
"Liam Vance," I smiled, my eyes glowing white. "I reject you."