One night stand with my billionaire boss

The club lights flickered like strobe stars overhead, spinning the room into a blur of bodies, beats, and heat. Elena Hart wasn’t supposed to be here. Not tonight. Not like this. She clutched the edge of the marble bar counter, her fingers trembling slightly as the music vibrated through her bones. Her head felt light, almost disconnected. Something was off. Very off. “Elena, relax! You’re finally letting loose. Just enjoy the night,” Vanessa cooed beside her, swirling her martini glass with a little too much glee. “I didn’t even finish that drink you gave me,” Elena murmured, frowning as her vision blurred again. “What was in it?” “Just vodka soda, babe. Nothing crazy. You need to loosen up, seriously. You work like a robot.” Elena blinked rapidly, trying to fight the dizziness clouding her mind. “I think I need to go home.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “You always ruin the fun.” But Elena didn’t care. Her instincts screamed at her that something was wrong. She turned to push through the crowd, but her feet tangled. A strong arm caught her before she hit the floor. “Easy,” a deep, commanding voice said. Elena blinked up, her vision swimming until it focused on a pair of stormy gray eyes. The man was tall, striking, and cloaked in a dark suit that did nothing to soften the raw masculinity pouring off him. His hand lingered on her waist, steadying her. “You alright?” he asked. “I... I think I was drugged,” she whispered. The stranger’s expression darkened. “Who did this to you?” “I... I don’t know,” she mumbled. Her thoughts were slipping, her body suddenly heavy and unresponsive. His arm slid under her knees, lifting her effortlessly. “I’m taking you somewhere safe.” She wanted to object, to fight, but her world had already gone black. --- The Morning After Elena awoke to the soft caress of silk sheets and the scent of expensive cologne. Her head throbbed with confusion, her throat dry, and her limbs sore. Blinking against the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she pushed herself up on the plush bed. She was naked. Her heart leapt into her throat as she pulled the sheets tighter around her body. Panic surged through her veins. This wasn’t her room. This wasn’t her apartment. And judging by the sleek modern decor and skyline view — this wasn’t anywhere she could afford. The sound of water running in the bathroom made her freeze. Oh God. No. Please no. The bathroom door opened, and out stepped the man from the club. He was shirtless now, a towel wrapped low around his hips, droplets of water trailing down his chiseled chest. “You’re awake,” he said calmly, running a towel through his dark hair. She stared at him in horror. “What happened?” He c****d his head slightly. “You don’t remember?” “No,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Did we...?” He paused, gaze flickering with something unreadable. “Yes.” Elena felt like the floor gave way beneath her. “Oh my God...” “You said you were drugged,” he said, stepping closer. “I wasn’t going to touch you, but you... you begged me to stay. You clung to me like your life depended on it.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I—I don’t even know your name.” He smirked slightly. “Dominic.” She opened her eyes. “Dominic...?” “Dominic Kingstone.” The blood drained from her face. “Kingstone? As in... the CEO of Kingstone Enterprises?” “The same.” Elena's mind reeled. Kingstone Enterprises was where she had just landed an internship — the one shot she had at a better life. And now she’d slept with the CEO? A billionaire? A stranger? “This can’t be happening,” she whispered. He crossed his arms. “Look, I don’t usually pick up drugged women in clubs. But something about you felt... different. You weren’t like the rest.” “Different?” she echoed, a bitter laugh escaping. “I was out of my mind, and you... you still—” “I didn’t force you,” he said evenly. “But if you want to believe that, I won’t stop you.” She stared at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. The weight of everything pressed down on her — her ruined innocence, her job, her life, her future. “I need to leave,” she said, slipping out of the bed while clutching the sheets to her chest. “There’s a driver outside. He’ll take you wherever you want to go.” She paused at the door. “We won’t speak of this again.” He met her gaze without flinching. “Fine by me.” But something passed in his eyes — something flickering and unreadable, like a shadow of memory trying to break free. --- One Week Later – Kingstone Enterprises Elena stared at her reflection in the elevator’s mirrored walls, adjusting her modest blouse and tucking her hair behind her ears. She had triple-checked her email. Her internship was confirmed. Despite everything, she couldn’t afford to throw this opportunity away. She stepped into the office floor, her heels clicking on the polished marble tiles. Her heart raced. Her palms were slick. “Elena Hart?” a cheerful voice called. “Yes?” “I’m Grace. HR assistant. Welcome to Kingstone. You’re going to love it here — well, at least on days when the boss isn’t breathing fire.” Elena forced a nervous laugh. “Thanks. I’ll try to keep out of trouble.” Grace winked. “Good luck with that. Follow me. You’ll be working directly under Mr. Kingstone.” Elena stopped in her tracks. “What?” “Didn’t you know? He handpicked you.” Her stomach dropped. Grace opened the double doors to the CEO’s wing. And there he was. Dominic Kingstone. In a crisp black suit, eyes as cold as steel, lips curled in amusement the moment he saw her. “Well, well,” he said smoothly. “We meet again, Miss Hart.” Elena’s knees nearly buckled. No!