Trapped by the Billionaire CEO

Five million dollars. Kalan stared at the numbers on the check that had just been slid toward him. That amount was enough to silence the loan sharks who had threatened to burn down his mother's house last night. His father's debt was paid off this very second. In exchange, Kalan had to sign the thick contract sitting next to it. His official title: Special Personal Assistant to the CEO of Vance Enterprise. But, reading the clauses within, Kalan knew perfectly well this wasn't a normal employment contract. It was a letter of surrender. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, he had to be ready to take any order without the right to refuse. "Are you done reading it?" The cold voice drew Kalan's attention. Xaviera Vance sat leaning back in her large leather chair. Her black blazer suit was tailored to hug her curves, while her pencil skirt rode up slightly as she crossed her legs, showing off the smooth skin of her thighs. Her face was flat, arrogant, and completely devoid of sympathy. "I am," Kalan answered curtly. He picked up the pen and quickly scribbled his signature. There was no point in hesitating. He needed the money. Xaviera watched Kalan's hand movements. Her eyes secretly scanned his broad shoulders and muscular chest, which were clearly outlined beneath his cheap white shirt. Those hard muscles weren't the result of an expensive gym, but forged by grueling manual labor at the docks for the past two years. "Good," Xaviera said. She set down her crystal glass. "Close the door, Kalan. Lock it from the inside." Kalan raised an eyebrow, but he didn't argue. He walked over to the double doors of the soundproof office, locked them, and then stood back in front of Xaviera's desk. "Is there a schedule I need to prepare, Miss Xaviera?" Kalan asked in a formal tone. "Take off my shoes." Kalan froze for a second. His jaw tightened. "Excuse me?" "Are you deaf or just stupid?" Xaviera's tone remained calm, but piercing. "The contract states you must obey all my orders. Take off my shoes. Now." Swallowing his pride whole, Kalan walked around the desk. He knelt on the thick carpet, right in front of Xaviera's chair. With his rough hands, Kalan grasped her ankle, taking off her black stiletto heels one by one. Xaviera's skin felt cold against his hands. Just as Kalan was about to stand up, Xaviera suddenly lifted one of her now-bare feet. The sole of her foot landed softly on the center of Kalan's chest, keeping him pinned on his knees. Kalan glared upward, looking straight into the woman's eyes. Xaviera returned his gaze without blinking. Her foot slowly slid down from his chest, past his stomach, stopping right above the buckle of his leather belt. Just a little downward pressure, and her foot would touch his most vulnerable area. "Starting today, your time, your energy, and your body belong to me," Xaviera hissed. The tip of her toes applied a provocative pressure against Kalan's belt. "If I tell you to grovel, you grovel. If I tell you to crawl, you crawl." Kalan's patience had run out. He needed the money, yes, but he wasn't a man who could be trampled on so easily. With a swift, rough movement, Kalan grabbed Xaviera's ankle that rested on his stomach. His grip was iron-clad, completely locking the woman's movement. Xaviera gasped in surprise, her breath catching for a second. She tried to pull her leg back, but Kalan's strength was overwhelming. "I am paid to secure your life and manage your schedule," Kalan's voice was deep, vibrating with suppressed anger. His eyes stared fiercely, intimidating the Ice Queen. "I am your personal assistant, not your pet dog." Unexpectedly, there was no anger on Xaviera's face. Surprise, yes. But when Kalan gripped her leg with such dominance, the woman's pupils actually dilated slightly. A strange glint flashed quickly in her dark eyes—a hidden satisfaction. The sensation of Kalan's rough hands on her skin sent a hot shiver to her lower abdomen. Xaviera leaned forward. She grabbed the cheap tie Kalan wore and yanked it roughly, forcing the kneeling man's face closer until their faces were only inches apart. The scent of her expensive perfume mixed with the masculine scent of Kalan's sweat filled the air between them. "We'll see about that, Kalan," Xaviera whispered right against his lips. Her eyes were defiant, filled with a dark obsession that had just awakened. "You yourself will beg me to be both."