Chapter 1

• A heavy sense of danger surrounded a sleek black car, followed closely by two similar vehicles until they stopped in front of the grand gates of a tall skyscraper.
• Men in sharp black suits got out of the other cars and lined up behind the lead vehicle like soldiers while the driver rushed to open the back door for the man inside.
• First, a pair of long legs stepped out, wearing shoes so shiny they reflected the city around them. Then, a tall man emerged, dressed in a suit made from the finest material.
• His hair was jet black and perfectly styled, though a few rebellious strands fell across his forehead.
• His eyes were a steely gray, sharp and intense, with brows that arched dramatically against his skin.
• He smoothed out his suit as he walked towards the building entrance.
• A slight smirk appeared on his lips, barely noticeable but definitely there.
• "Good morning, sir!" His employees greeted him together, bowing their heads respectfully and in fear.
• Some of them could barely stand straight without shaking like leaves as he passed, followed by a group of men who seemed to shadow him.
• No one dared to break the tension that suddenly covered the entire space.
• He moved with confidence and strength, every step showing a masculinity that made women's hearts race, even though his vibe was extremely cold.
• The private elevator doors opened with a soft ding, signaling his arrival on his private floor.
• "Good morning, sir," his secretary, Joey, greeted, lowering her head. However, he walked by without acknowledging her or even looking her way.
• Joey was used to his indifference, so she straightened up and adjusted her outfit.
• She undid the top two buttons of her blouse, revealing a hint of her creamy cleavage.
• Then she hiked up her skirt just enough to show off her toned legs and touched up her makeup.
• Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders as she walked towards his office door with newfound confidence.
• She knocked gently on the wood before entering with a seductive sway of her hips. "Sir, I've brought the paperwork you requested," Joey announced, placing the files before him and bending over slightly to show off her feminine charm.
• Yet, the man before her didn't spare her a glance.
• "Maybe you've forgotten, but I'm not interested in cheap thrills," he stated coldly without raising his gaze from the documents spread before him.
• Joey felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck at his blunt dismissal.
• She bowed her head in shame and quickly tried to leave the room.
• The realization that she'd crossed the line hit her like a winter chill, but her love for him was so deep that she was ready to throw away her dignity for just one night in his arms.
• "Hold it!" His deep voice suddenly cut through the tense air, causing her to stop in her tracks.
• "Are you a virgin?" His question hung heavily in the room.
• "Yes Mr. Creighton, I am a virgin!" Joey responded quickly, her voice barely above a whisper.
• He nodded slowly, his gaze steady on hers.
• The room fell into a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on forever.
• "Be at my place tonight! You know the drill. Now get out!"
• Joey could feel her heart pounding against her chest like a wild bird desperate to escape its cage.
• She knew exactly what he meant by 'you know the drill.' It was an unspoken order for her to arrive wearing a provocative red dress that left little to the imagination.
• A wave of excitement washed over her at his words. "Yes sir, I'll be on time," she whispered softly before turning to exit his office.
• Her legs wobbled slightly under the weight of anticipation as she kept picturing herself spending an intimate night with him.
• 'I've finally managed to get his attention.' Joey screamed internally. This felt like climbing Mount Everest.
• —-
• As Joey finished the last bit of paperwork for the day, she couldn't help but smile.
• She'd been a bundle of nerves all day, counting down the hours until dusk so she could give herself fully on his plush bed.
• A glance at her watch showed 6:15 p.m., prompting Joey to get up from her desk and head toward the CEO's office.
• Her nerves were stretched tight from the adrenaline rush.
• Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out to knock gently on the glass door before pulling it open and stepping inside.
• She walked softly until she was just a few steps behind him.
• He stood tall by the huge glass window, his silhouette framed against the cityscape below.
• His hands were casually tucked into his pockets while he stared at the busy city beneath him.
• His eyes held a distant, icy quality that hinted at a mind full of thoughts - thoughts that usually occupied him whenever he found himself alone.
• "Sir," Joey began with flirtation that was as much a part of her as the curls cascading down her back. "I've finished my tasks for today, and if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to leave a bit earlier so I can get ready for tonight."
• He didn't even turn around to acknowledge her request. Instead, he casually raised his wrist, the glinting diamond watch catching the afternoon sunlight streaming through the blinds.
• Then a low hum of agreement rumbled deep in his chest.
• A triumphant grin spread across Joey's face, lighting up her eyes. "Thank you so much, sir," she replied gracefully. "I'll be ready at midnight," she promised before spinning on her heel and leaving the room with satisfaction.
• The shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence left in Joey's wake.
• His jaw tightened instinctively, thinking it was an unwelcome interruption from someone whose life he wouldn't think twice about ending. However, as he pulled out his phone and saw the caller ID, his stern expression melted into one of soft affection.
• "Hey babe," he greeted warmly.
• A soft chuckle echoed from the other end of the line. "How was your day, my darling Dane? Why haven't you come home yet? When you're away for so long, love, you should know it has me worried."
• "There's no need to worry about me, mama," Dane reassured her gently.
• His voice was laced with exhaustion but also a hint of fondness. "I'm just buried under work right now." He paused before adding softly, "Get some rest, Mom; I'll be coming home late, so don't stay awake waiting."
• Mrs. Creighton sighed heavily on the other end, her heart heavy with worry and resignation. She wasn't a stranger to his nighttime activities, but it didn't make it any easier to accept.
• "Alright, son. Just...be careful," she begged, trembling slightly.
• "Sleep well, mom."
• With that final sentiment, Dane ended the call.