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 4
Lucas
My name is Lucas Reed and that’s exactly the name.
The name people obeyed, feared, or whispered behind closed doors. It was mine. A name that carried weight, power and, right now, a serious headache.
Because history has a way of sticking to you.
My stepbrother had been CEO before me. Brandon Reed. He was brilliant, charismatic… and just had to be utterly destroyed by his own demons. He was into drugs and fraud. He had scandals that still lingered in the corners of this building. He had left a mess bigger than most people realized. I had inherited not just the throne, but a kingdom of chaos.
And I was supposed to step into it gracefully.
I stepped off the elevator, expecting the ritual: the staff lined up, polite smiles, admiration dripping from every corner. Everything staged to remind them who ran this place.
And then I saw her when I stepped out of elevator
Her hair was pinned neatly, a few rebellious strands brushing her cheek and she looked up.
She casted a glance at me and my chest tightened.
Her face.
It looks so familiar. My mind tried to place it. I frowned. Who the hell is that?
Her eyes met mine, sharp, clear and unflinching. Then, as if she hadn’t just knocked the wind out of me, she walked away.
Focus, Lucas. Fucking focus.
My eyes followed her down the hall, trying not to replay her facetoo many times. The tilt of her head, the way she carried herself with precision yet ease… everything else in the lobby blurred. I shook my head.
By the time I reached my office, the door clicked shut behind me. I removed my jacket and slumped on my chair Everything was in place except my brain, which refused to leave her behind.
I needed answers.
The staff list sat neatly on my desk. It had pictures, names, titles. emails. It was standard procedure for someone taking over Altura Group. Everything was in its place except the sinking feeling that I was already screwed.
I flipped through the photos, scanning casually and then I froze.
Her face was staring back at me.
Lena Hart. Personal Assistant to the CEO. My PA.
I dropped the list and then threw my head back and laughed. I recognized her. Even to me, it sounded a little insane. Of course. Of course this had to happen.
The woman I’d fucked with last night, the one who left $200 on the pillow for a reason that still amused me and the woman who was the best sex of my entire life, was now going to be part of my life, professionally.
I leaned forward, tracing her photo.
I ran a hand through my hair. Altura Group, fucking deadlines, decisions, my father’s expectations and Brandon’s mess. It was all meaningless compared to the problem standing one floor down in heels.
I laughed again, darker this time. I was fucked.
Flashes of last night hit me: the club, neon lights cutting through smoke, the bass rattling my chest. I had gone there to drink myself into oblivion, my mother’s death anniversary and, as usual, my family hadn’t remembered or cared.
And then I saw her.
She didn’t belong there. Not in a million years.Her outfit was all shades of wrong for a club, her hair pinned like she was heading to a meeting and heels that looked like they were designed to stab the floor rather than dance on it. Honestly, I wondered why the bouncer had let her in, maybe he had a death wish, or maybe the universe just had a really twisted sense of humor.
And yet… she caught my goddamn eyes.
A knock came at the door, polite but insistent.
“Come in,” I responded.
A knock came at the door, polite but insistent.
“Come in,” I said, keeping my voice smooth, calm, and CEO-perfect.
The door opened.
And there she was, like a perfectly wrapped disaster I couldn’t look away from.
Lena Hart.
She stopped for a fraction of a second, eyes flicking down, then back up, perfectly composed, professional. Every instinct screamed at me to act like a CEO, but my brain sort of freaked out the moment I saw her.
Her lips were full and soft, flashed through my mind, pressed against mine just nine hours ago, daring me to throw every rule of decorum out the window.
Her chest, her breasts that I had studied far too thoroughly for someone with a supposedly functioning brain. For a heartbeat, I forgot she was my PA. I forgot everything except that she existed, and that she looked like a problem I very much wanted to solve in every possible way.
“Mr. Reed,” she said carefully but her hands twisted slightly in her lap, betraying the slightest tremor.
I gestured toward the chair. “Please… sit.”
She lowered herself gracefully, her knees together, and hands folding neatly on her lap and yet… a quiver in her fingers, the tiniest hitch in her breath, made my pulse spike. I may or may not have grinned like an idiot.
“Lena Hart sir. I’m your personal assistant,” she added, finally giving her full name.
I leaned back in my chair, letting the mask settle. There was no need to jump the gun or make her feel awkward.
“We’ll be working closely together,” I said, extending my hand. “I expect great things from you.”
Her hand met mine, it was warm, firm, slightly tense. I let it linger just long enough to make her notice the heat in my palm.
“We will,” she said softly.
I tilted my head, smirk tugging at my lips. “Good. I have no doubt.”
Her eyes flicked up at me, just for a second, hesitation swimming in them.
“You… seem familiar,” I said, letting my voice thread with amusement.
Her eyes widened and then bit the corner of her lip, a small, nervous gesture that made me want to lean across the desk and see if she’d really do it again.
“I—I don’t… I don’t think so, sir,” she stammered.
“No?” I said, letting my smirk deepen. “You look like someone I remember.”
“Sir, I don’t think I….”
“I’m kidding,” I quipped in,“I guess my sense of humor is bad.”
She didn’t dignify yhat witu a response so I continued.
“You’re unusually composed,” I said, pacing slowly behind the desk, letting the tension build. “Most people wouldn’t hold themselves together this well… not in front of me.”
Her gaze lifted. “I… I like to maintain professional boundaries,” she said.
I couldn’t help it, I smirked. “Good. That will serve you well. Especially with me.”
I leaned slightly closer, letting the tension hang between us. “We’re going to make a great team, Lena. You’ll see… sooner than you think.”
Her lips parted, a faint flush creeping up her neck, her eyes flickering with hesitation. “I—I… I’ll do my best, sir.”
I watched as she stood up to leave and bowed before turning around, I let my gaze drift, it wasn’t not crude, not obvious but deliberate down the curve of her back, the sway of her hips. Her ass was … completely, ridiculously, impossibly irresistible.
Last night’s memory hit me in full force, her fingers brushing mine, her hands tracing circles on my chest, the way she had moved, trembled. My chest tightened. My brain tried to remind me I was in control. But right now? I was hopelessly, gloriously, absurdly down bad for Lena Hart. And the best part?
I realized I wouldn’t be able to forget about that ass or her…for a single damn second.
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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."