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Mr. Ceo’s Secret Obsession

Phoebe gazed up at the man, his hazel green eyes sparkling like precious gems in the moonlight. She had never been one to believe in deities, but in that moment, he seemed almost divine, bathed in a sliver of light that highlighted his features. “Take this,” he said, offering her a handkerchief. She hesitated, unsure whether to accept it. Eventually, she took it from him, feeling the soft fabric in her hands. “Come with me,” he offered with a hint of a smile. “I can make all your worries disappear.” “What do you have to offer?” she asked warily. “Money, wealth, power? I have no use for any of that.” He grinned mischievously. “Will my body be enough?” “Give me your room number.” — Rumor has it that Jack Lorenzo was an old man with three children and despite being wealthy beyond comparison no woman in Ashford City wanted to marry him. Plagued by his married best friend's to settle down, the 30-year-old CEO hasn't found the one yet. But as fate would have it, his eyes fell upon a woman, and he made a vow – he would stop at nothing to make her his. Phoebe Sheldon knows betrayal all too well, having suffered at the hands of the man she had thought to be her forever. The night she found out her lover had been cheating on her with her step sister she met a man and he handed her a handkerchief. Little does she know, this fleeting interaction will inadvertently alter the course of her life forever.

ruffatorres · Urban
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46 Chs

Your Scars Are Beautiful

"Take off your clothes."

The words reverberated in Phoebe's ears. Her eyes bulged out their sockets and she forgot how to breathe.

Gone was her sleepiness and she looked up to him with her cheeks burning. "T-take of my clothes?" She repeated like a complete idiot even though she knew exactly what he meant.

Phoebe admitted she had so unabashedly thrown herself at him back in the dark confines of the car. Nevertheless, she couldn't bring herself to strip naked under his watch now with the bathroom light illuminating her naked flesh.

Not that she was embarrassed to be seen without clothes, but she was afraid he would see the ugly scar carved below her navel.

"You don't have to strip if you don't want to." He assured her, "However it's difficult to shower with full clothes on." 

A moment of silence lapsed between them before he eyed her feet with concern. "Also, don't forget to remove your heels before you trip on them."