Desired not owned by the billionaire

Mia’s POV I was coming home to give my boyfriend, Chris, the best news of my life — I had just gotten a job at the biggest company in the country as the CEO’s personal secretary. But the moment I walked into his apartment, my whole world crashed. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Chris having s*x with my best friend, Bell. The same Bell who always acted like she hated him. The same Bell who constantly warned me about men like him. I never knew it was all an act to keep me from suspecting the truth. “Chrissssssss! What the f**k is going on?!” I had been standing there for almost five minutes, crying, but they were too lost in each other to even notice I was there. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I ended the relationship right there. The worst part was that Chris didn’t even try to stop me. He didn’t look guilty. He didn’t look sorry. He simply let me walk away like I meant nothing to him. The next thing I remembered was being inside a bar, too loud to think, too crowded to breathe properly. I drowned myself in alcohol, trying to celebrate my new job while mourning the relationship I had cherished for months. Shot after shot burned down my throat until my thoughts became blurry. I kept asking myself if I was cursed. Between the alcohol and the heartbreak, my body felt hot with anger, sadness, and reckless desire. Somewhere in the middle of the madness, I wondered if I would ever feel normal again. I dragged myself to the dance floor, and through the haze, I saw him. Six foot eight of pure danger. Broad shoulders. Sharp jawline. Dark eyes that could strip a person naked without saying a single word. His lips looked like they were made to give commands, not comfort. He didn’t chase attention. He owned the room the second he walked into it. His fitted button-down shirt hugged his body perfectly, and for the first time that night, my thoughts shifted away from heartbreak. “Why’s a pretty girl drinking all by herself?” he asked. I only gave him a cold look. “My name is Vale,” he added. “I’m not interested in your name or in you, so don’t ruin my night,” I replied. But instead of leaving, he sat beside me and offered to pay for my drinks. I didn’t really care. The only thing distracting me was how good he looked in that shirt. The moment he started talking, I knew I would end up in his bed. Still, I tried to act innocent. I refused the drinks at first, but he ignored me and paid anyway. Finally, I sighed and told him my name. “Mia.” Then I looked straight at him and said, “You have to take me home.” Part of me wanted him to leave me alone. The other part wanted him to pull me into his arms and make me forget everything. And somehow, he did. The next thing I knew, I was in his apartment, lying on his bed while my body craved more than I was willing to admit. Undress me, I whispered softly. His eyes locked on mine. Are you sure? “Yes.” At that moment, I knew one of two things would happen — either I would regret this one-night stand forever, or it would become the most unforgettable night of my life. That night, I wasn’t gently touched. I was completely consumed by him. He had my legs tangled around his shoulders, and the next thing I saw was a big hard c**k, long enough to satisfy my thirsty needs. I threw my head back recklessly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I felt my sixth wave of orgasm that night. My heartbeat increased, and I realized I didn’t regret a thing. I felt his fingers brush against my n*****s before trailing downward to my wet p***y. When he reached me, he slid one finger inside while holding eye contact with me like it was casual, his finger moving slowly like he was spreading jam on bread. Then came the second finger, curling them slowly while brushing my c**t in circles. I came quickly. My hands closed around his neck, dragging him closer like we were both starving and had finally found something worth losing ourselves for. He moved with raw need — rough, relentless — stealing my breath until there was nothing left but feelings. He pulled his fingers out, smirked at me, then put them in his mouth and licked them clean. “Do you need more?” he asked. My body had already surrendered to him, so I agreed immediately without thinking it through. His eyes were hungry as he kissed me hard down to my neck, leaving a hickey that made me moan louder. “You are so f*****g good,” he whispered in my ear, his voice raw. Slowly, he teased my hard n*****s, taking the sensation lower with his tongue. He kept my legs on his shoulders and licked my p***y harder until I came in his mouth. He kissed me again before bending me over, making me surrender even more with my hands and knees pressed against his bed. Then he began f*****g me faster with no mercy, my boobs bouncing from the tension between us. Each slow movement of his waist pushed the sensation deeper, stealing more of my breath. He shifted his grip, hitting the perfect angle. Aaaahhhhh….. deeperrrrrr…... f**k my pain away… I held onto him, moaning, Valeee… My wet p***y gushed out, and I moaned even louder, but he didn’t slow down. He pounded deeper and harder, saying my name as he released. “Don’t pull out immediately,” I whispered. He buried himself fully inside me, and we stayed like that for a few minutes, recovering our breath while he kissed me. His c*m dripped down my thighs when he finally pulled out. We looked at the messy bed, and all we could feel in the room was the crazy heat and the smell of s*x lingering everywhere. The next morning, I woke up beside him, staring at the stranger sleeping peacefully next to me. Memories from the night before came rushing back immediately, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Before I could even process anything properly, my phone started ringing. It was my cousin, Izzy. “You didn’t come home last night! Where the f**k are you?!” she yelled the second I answered. Already stressed, I snapped and hung up immediately. That was when reality hit me hard. Fuck. I was going to be late on my first day at work. I quickly got out of bed, grabbed my things, and rushed out before Vale could wake up. I didn’t even know exactly where I was, and honestly, I didn’t care. All I did was take one last look at the unforgettable mistake — or maybe fantasy — lying on that bed before quietly walking out of his apartment with shame and confusion following closely behind me.