Chapter 1

• A palpable dread radiated from the sleek, ebony vehicle, trailed by two equally imposing twin cars that had journeyed from a distant horizon. They came to an abrupt halt before the towering gates of an opulent skyscraper.
• Mammoth-sized men, their bodies encased in tailored black suits, emerged from the secondary vehicles and assembled behind the lead car with military precision. The driver sprinted to open the rear door for his master to step out.
• Long legs, clad in shoes so polished they reflected the cityscape around them like liquid mirrors, were the first to make contact with the ground before a tall figure then stepped into view. A man of considerable stature, garbed in a suit so luxurious it could have been woven from strands of silver moonlight.
• His hair was as black as coal and meticulously styled, yet a few rebellious tendrils dared to cascade over his forehead.
• His eyes were steel gray and sharp as flint beneath brows that arched like silvered daggers against his skin.
• He brushed a non-existent wrinkle from his suit before striding towards the building entrance.
• A faint smirk played on his full lips - barely noticeable but undeniably present.
• His employees bowed their heads in deference as he passed with a procession of men following him like shadows trailing behind their master.
• The office fell into an oppressive silence when he arrived - not one soul daring to challenge this unspoken rule.
• He moved with grace and power; each step exuding an overwhelming masculinity that made every woman's heart flutter despite his icy demeanor.
• The private elevator doors slid open with a soft ding announcing his departure.
• "Good morning, sir," greeted his secretary, lowering her head demurely to express her respect.
• He walked past her without acknowledging her greeting or even sparing her a glance.
• Unfazed by his indifference – for she was accustomed to it. She straightened up and began adjusting her attire.
• She undid the top two buttons of her blouse, revealing a hint of her creamy skin.
• Then she hiked up her skirt just enough to showcase her toned legs and retouched her makeup. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders as she sauntered towards his office door with newfound confidence.
• She knocked gently on the polished wood before entering with a seductive sway of her hips. "Sir, I have brought the paperwork you requested," she announced, placing the files before him and bending over slightly to accentuate her feminine allure. Yet, he didn't spare her a glance.
• "Perhaps you've forgotten, but I have no interest in cheap thrills," he stated icily without raising his gaze from the documents spread before him.
• Joey felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck at his blunt dismissal. She bowed her head in shame and quickly made to retreat from the room.
• The realization that she had overstepped the boundaries of propriety hit her like a winter chill, but the depth of her love for him was such that she was ready to gamble away her decorum for just one night in his arms.
• "Hold it!" His deep and resonant voice, like a cello, sliced through the tension-filled air, causing her to halt abruptly in her tracks. "Are you a virgin?"
• His question hung heavily in the room. "Yes Mr. Creighton, I am a virgin," Joey responded swiftly, her voice barely above a whisper.
• He nodded slowly, his gaze steady on hers before he fell into a weighted silence that seemed to stretch out endlessly. Then finally he spoke again, "Be at my place when the clock strikes twelve! You know the drill. Now get out!"
• Joey could feel her heart hammering against her ribcage like a wild bird desperate to escape its cage.
• She knew precisely what he meant by 'you know the drill.' It was an unspoken directive for her to arrive clad in a provocative crimson dress that left little to imagination.
• A wave of exhilaration washed over her entire being at his words. "Yes sir, I will be punctual," she murmured softly before turning on her heel to exit his office.
• Her legs wobbled slightly under the weight of anticipation as she kept picturing herself spending an intimate night with him.
• She had finally managed to capture his attention - a feat that felt akin to scaling Mount Everest.
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• As Joey completed the last bit of paperwork for the day, an involuntary smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
• A ball of nerves all day long, she had been counting down the hours until dusk so she could surrender herself fully on his plush bed.
• A glance at her wristwatch showed 6:15 p.m., prompting Joey to rise from behind the desk and make her way toward the president's office.
• Her nerves were stretched taut as a violin string from the adrenaline rush. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out to knock gently on the imposing glass door before pulling it open and stepping inside.
• She treaded softly until she was just a few paces behind him.
• He stood tall by the expansive glass window, his silhouette framed against the cityscape below. His hands were nonchalantly tucked into his pockets while he stared at the bustling metropolis beneath him.
• His eyes held a distant, icy quality that hinted at a mind teeming with thoughts - thoughts that usually occupied him when he found himself alone.
• "Sir," Joey began, her voice laced with a playful flirtation that was as much a part of her as the red curls cascading down her back. "I've completed my tasks for today, and if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to leave a bit earlier so I can prepare myself for our rendezvous tonight."
• He didn't even swivel around to acknowledge her request. Instead, he nonchalantly raised his wrist, the glinting diamond watch catching the afternoon sunlight streaming through the blinds.
• A low hum of agreement rumbled deep in his chest.
• A triumphant grin bloomed across Joey's face, lighting up her emerald eyes. "Thank you ever so much, sir," she replied gracefully. "I'll be ready at the stroke of midnight," she promised before spinning on her heel and exiting the room with an air of satisfaction.
• The shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence left in Joey's wake.
• His jaw tightened instinctively. He thought 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 fretting."
• "There's no need to worry yourself over 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 was no stranger to his nocturnal activities, but it didn't make it any easier to accept.
• "Alright, son. Just...be careful," she implored, her voice trembling slightly.
• "Sleep well, mom."
• With that final sentiment, Dane ended the call.