My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 19: Chapter 19
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A sudden realization hit me like a lightning bolt. I sidled up to Sophia Hill, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Tell me you didn't add my husband on WeChat."
Sophia's eyes widened as she smacked her thigh. "Oh shit! I totally forgot—we exchanged contacts after that group dinner! I posted our club pics around 4 AM and he commented with that broken heart emoji!"
The puzzle pieces clicked into place.
I'd told Daniel Evans I was home when I'd actually been grinding on the dance floor with Sophia. Instead of yelling, he'd just quietly asked me to distance myself from her. His unexpected gentleness made my chest ache with affection.
Which only made my guilt cut deeper.
My office phone's shrill ring snapped me from my thoughts.
"Nathan Roscente. Your case file has problems. My office. Now."
"Y-yes, sir..."
My hands shook as I hung up. Just the memory of what happened on that mahogany desk sent heat flooding from my cheeks down to my collarbone.
Would he... do it again?
Fear coiled in my stomach—but beneath it, something darker and hungrier stirred. By the time I reached his door, my skin already hummed with restless electricity.
Knuckles rapped wood. I entered to find Nathan silhouetted against floor-to-ceiling windows, phone pressed to his ear. I studied my shoes, counting heartbeats.
"Miss you too, baby. The usual suite tonight? Just imagining those perfect tits and that ass has me throbbing. I've got a special surprise for you. Later."
He turned, predatory grin in place.
When his fingers grazed my chin, I jerked back like he'd burned me.
"Aw, kitten got claws?" His smirk widened. "Or is that jealousy I hear?"
I crossed my arms, ice in my voice. "This is business. Why would I care? Take Isabella Winston to pound town for all I—"
My traitorous tongue had betrayed me. Those words reeked of petty jealousy. I stared at the carpet, willing my flaming face to cool.
Nathan moved like a striking cobra—one second apart, the next crushing me against his chest. Calloused hands slid under my blouse, mapping every curve with bruising possessiveness. Then lower, fingertips scorching through stockings as they inched toward—
"No!"
I wrenched free, nails biting crescents into my palms. The sharp pain cleared the lust fog.
Nathan staggered back, brought his fingers to his nose, and inhaled deeply. "Mmm. Still sweet as sin."
He advanced again, pupils blown black. "Thought one taste would be enough. But now?" A rough chuckle. "I'm fucking hooked."
The world tilted as he spun me, my back slamming into cold glass. His breath scorched my neck.
"Clothes off. Now. And arch that perfect ass for me."
Sophia's eyes widened as she smacked her thigh. "Oh shit! I totally forgot—we exchanged contacts after that group dinner! I posted our club pics around 4 AM and he commented with that broken heart emoji!"
The puzzle pieces clicked into place.
I'd told Daniel Evans I was home when I'd actually been grinding on the dance floor with Sophia. Instead of yelling, he'd just quietly asked me to distance myself from her. His unexpected gentleness made my chest ache with affection.
Which only made my guilt cut deeper.
My office phone's shrill ring snapped me from my thoughts.
"Nathan Roscente. Your case file has problems. My office. Now."
"Y-yes, sir..."
My hands shook as I hung up. Just the memory of what happened on that mahogany desk sent heat flooding from my cheeks down to my collarbone.
Would he... do it again?
Fear coiled in my stomach—but beneath it, something darker and hungrier stirred. By the time I reached his door, my skin already hummed with restless electricity.
Knuckles rapped wood. I entered to find Nathan silhouetted against floor-to-ceiling windows, phone pressed to his ear. I studied my shoes, counting heartbeats.
"Miss you too, baby. The usual suite tonight? Just imagining those perfect tits and that ass has me throbbing. I've got a special surprise for you. Later."
He turned, predatory grin in place.
When his fingers grazed my chin, I jerked back like he'd burned me.
"Aw, kitten got claws?" His smirk widened. "Or is that jealousy I hear?"
I crossed my arms, ice in my voice. "This is business. Why would I care? Take Isabella Winston to pound town for all I—"
My traitorous tongue had betrayed me. Those words reeked of petty jealousy. I stared at the carpet, willing my flaming face to cool.
Nathan moved like a striking cobra—one second apart, the next crushing me against his chest. Calloused hands slid under my blouse, mapping every curve with bruising possessiveness. Then lower, fingertips scorching through stockings as they inched toward—
"No!"
I wrenched free, nails biting crescents into my palms. The sharp pain cleared the lust fog.
Nathan staggered back, brought his fingers to his nose, and inhaled deeply. "Mmm. Still sweet as sin."
He advanced again, pupils blown black. "Thought one taste would be enough. But now?" A rough chuckle. "I'm fucking hooked."
The world tilted as he spun me, my back slamming into cold glass. His breath scorched my neck.
"Clothes off. Now. And arch that perfect ass for me."
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