Secretly Claimed By the Billionaire CEO

SecretsandMagaritas

Elena woke slowly, swathed in the finest black silk sheets she had ever touched. For a second she forgot where she was. And then it all came back to her. The windows. The desk. The bed. The shower. The kitchen island at 2 a.m.Her body ached in areas she had never realised could cause pain. She turned away. The opposite side of the bed was vacant, but on the pillow beside her was a single white rose and a short handwritten letter. Stay as long as you like. Breakfast is served in the kitchen. Don’t turn up late for the office – I shall know. "D." Elena rolled her eyes, and a silly smile crept upon her lips. 'Arrogant prick,' she said, but she lifted the rose and sniffed it anyhow. She washed in his ludicrous marble bathroom with the costly body wash that smelt like him. She appeared in one of his soft black robes and discovered a full breakfast on the kitchen island, fresh fruit, avocado toast, eggs Benedict, and a wonderfully brewed cappuccino. There was a note beside the coffee. "Eat. 'You'll need your strength later."She reddened deeply. She was dressed in yesterday's clothing by 8:15 a.m. (thank God she carried emergency outfits in her work bag) and went downstairs. The driver was the same as last night. The drive to work seemed weird. In the morning she tried to act normal, throwing herself into real work. But every time her phone buzzed, her heart would leap.

Damian (10:47 a.m.): Work. "Ten minutes.

Elena: I have a meeting with my team.

Damian: Come immediately. Or I'll pull you out myself.

She cancelled the meeting. This time when she walked into his office, he didn't even look up from his laptop.

“Shut the door.”She did. “Kneel.”Damian, it’s the middle of the workday—” He finally looked at her, eyes cold and disdainful. “I didn’t ask for a discussion. I instructed you to get on your knees. Now.” Elena disliked how instantly wet she got. Elena moved down between his legs, positioning herself under the enormous desk. He unbuttoned his pants and guided her mouth onto him without another word. He continued to work while she performed oral s*x on him, sending emails and taking phone calls, all while his free hand rested possessively in her hair. When he finally came down her throat, he barely made a sound. “Good girl,” he said, stroking her face. “You can go now.” Just like that. She spent the remainder of the afternoon swinging between rage and lingering pleasure. At 5:45 p.m., her phone rang. This time it was Sophia. "Hey, babe! I am in the lobby with emergency margarita supplies. You've been ghosting me for 2 days now. We’re having cocktails whether you like it or not.”Elena smiled for the first time that day. “10 minutes.”Sophia was waiting right where she said she would, looking stunning in a red sundress, holding two giant margaritas in to-go cups. Her best buddy since freshman year brightened up at the sight of Elena.“Here she comes! “My favourite corporate drone.” Sophia hugged her hard. You look… well-f****d. Spill. Elena nearly choked on the first drink. “Soph!"What? You have the shine. The “I got railed within an inch of my life” glow. “Who's that?”They headed off, a few blocks away, to their favourite rooftop pub. Elena’s thoughts were racing. She could tell her nothing. She shouldn't tell her. But Sophia was the one person who could read her like an open book. “It's… complicated,” Elena said slowly. Sophia arched an eyebrow. "How difficult? Married? A criminal? Your boss?”Elena was quiet for too long."Oh my god. Sophia halted in the middle of the sidewalk. It’s your boss, isn’t it? The hot, scary CEO everyone’s talking about?”Shut your mouth! Elena growled and grabbed her arm, dragging her into a quieter side street. Sophia’s eyes were full of dread and delight. "Damian Sterling? Are you nuts, Elena? That guy eats interns for breakfast!”It just… happened. And it just keeps happening.”They found a quiet corner table on the roof. The sun began to set; the city shone about them. Sophia took a long drink of her tequila and leaned forward.“Fine. Details. All of them. Is he as crude in bed as he is in the boardroom?”Elena hid her face in her hands for a second and then spilled practically everything—the conference room, the office, the penthouse, the arrogance, and the way he made her feel so out of control. Sophia listened, more and more concerned. “Baby… this sounds hot as hell but also super dangerous. He's your superior. He might destroy your career with one email.”“I know,” muttered Elena. “But I can't think straight when I'm with him. He’s so… dominant. And impolite. And that makes it somehow hotter.”Sophia stretched across the table and squeezed her hand. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful. Keep it quiet. “And if he ever makes you feel small outside the bedroom, you drop his ass immediately.”Promise. They talked for almost two hours – work, Sophia’s latest dating disaster, and Elena’s concern she was losing herself in the rush. It was the first time since the conference room that Elena had been grounded again. Elena and Sophia were giggling at something silly when Elena's phone started buzzing.

Damian: Where are you?

She let it go. It buzzed again.

Damian: Tell me.Elena: With my best friend.

Damian: I didn't say you could do it.

Elena: You don't own me.

Damian: Elena, do not push me. She switched her phone to silent.

Sophia looked. "Him?"Yeah.” “Tell him to go away for a night. "Tonight you're mine."They had a few more beers and ended up at a little karaoke bar. Elena wanted to sound awful on purpose. Sophia nailed a Taylor Swift song. They laughed until their sides hurt. Elena eventually checked her phone around 11:20 p.m.

Damian’s missed calls: twelve.

Her stomach plummeted. She hugged Sophia tight farewell. "Thank you. I needed this one.“Take care, baby. “Text me when you get home. The black Mercedes was parked outside the pub. "It was sure."Twenty minutes later, she strolled into the apartment, and Damian was waiting. He seemed really angry."Ignoring me," he replied coldly, standing in the midst of the living room like a storm waiting to break.“I was with my best friend."I don’t care. When I call, you answer. You come to me when I want you.”Elena’s fury rose. “You don’t get to dictate every moment of my life, Damian. This was meant to be a secret, not a prison.”He crossed the room in three steps and pinned her against the wall. He took her chin in his hand and turned her face up to his. Not yet. You don't understand, do you? His voice was dark and threatening. “Now you belong to me. Every hour. “Every minute. When you eat, I say. In the night. When you get here.”He kissed her then—hard, severe, and possessive. Elena fought it for half a second, then she dissolved. He picked her up, her legs around his waist, and carried her to the bedroom.“You’re going to find out tonight who owns you,” he hissed into her neck. And for the next three hours, he made sure she never forgot.