The steaming love triangle between Penelope Chase and Bryan Stirling and Jason Yale the personal assistant the CEO and boss and his business rival and there's a clash of decisions as tensions rises, the drama is hot and you absolutely don't want to miss out
The CEO'S Maleficence by Dave yuuzy
CHAPTER ONE
Mr.Bryan Stirling of Stirling Information Technologies doesn't look up from his computer when I enter his huge corner office. Even though I know for a fact his secretary buzzed him to tell him she was sending me in.
Just from his profile I can see he's as good-looking as the online pics I saw last night when I was researching the company. Blond hair, aquiline nose. Long face and squared jaw, like a model. Not that I was paying that much attention last night. Kinda hard when Charles kept trying to climb into my lap and bang his favorite rubber spoon on my nose. All the while yelling, "Mia! Mia! Ma! Ma!" to get my attention.
Try telling a two-and-a-half-year old that Mia needs her me-time on the laptop or you're both going to get evicted by the nasty landlord. Yeah. I shudder even thinking about Mr. Thornton. He doesn't even try to pretend he isn't staring at my boobs, no matter if Charles with me or not. At least Mr. Thors-a-lot waited till he caught me alone to tell me to get the rent to him by Friday or come around to some 'alternate forms of payment.' Said while blatantly rubbing at the crotch of his pants.
I stretch my neck and shake out my hands. Focus Penny. All that shit just means this interview is more important than ever. Which leads to the mantra I've been whispering over and over to myself all morning: Don't fuck this up. Don't fuck this up.
"Mr. Stirling?" I finally venture. Maybe he didn't hear the secretary when she buzzed him or notice when I came in. The wall separating his office from the reception is that cool futuristic glass that can frost and unfrost at the touch of a button. It frosted over as I opened the door. I thought Mr. Stirling had control of it, but maybe I'd been wrong and that had been the secretary as well. Am I an idiot just standing here like a stalker and he doesn't even realize there's anyone in the room with him? "I'm here for the Personal Assistant interview?" A grunt is all that greets me in return. I stand awkwardly and look down at my shoes. I immediately frown. Shit. I polished them last night but the left one has a giant scuff down the side. They're just crappy knock-off pumps, but I thought they'd at least last the interview process. I've been desperately job-hunting all month ever since the lawyer's fees and rent and student loan repayments have started stacking up too high.
Especially when another custody hearing is looming. My stomach cramps just at the thought, even though it's the last thing I need to be focusing on right now. But God, the money. It's why I'm here. The money has to come from somewhere. Waitressing gigs aren't cutting it, no matter how many hours I work.
And after a month of job hunting, interviewing with no call-backs, turning over every damn rock possible, this is my last shot-and for a job I'm only remotely qualified for. Personal Assistant. I can do that, right? Assist a person. I'm great at thinking on my feet, helping out where needed. And I know computers and robotics. Well, I've taken classes about them anyway...
I look around the pristine room and swallow. The space isn't like the others I've interviewed in. It looks almost like one of those futuristic sets for a movie. Everything is white, glass, or chrome-the floors, the ceiling, the chairs, the desk. It's all so... immaculate. Perfect.
At least I thought I was qualified for the job. My hands squeeze into fists but I quickly relax them again. The listing didn't say the PA job was for the freaking fucking CEO of the company. And to say that I engaged in a little... creative truth management on my resume would be putting it kindly. But doesn't everyone? And if I can actually pull this off... there wasn't a salary listed, it said full details would be offered at inquiry. But damn, who hasn't heard of Stirling Tech? We talked about the Stirling Tech products all the time in my classes at Oxford and studied the research this man developed. God, this could be the break I've been looking for. If I don't fuck it up.
Mr.Bryan Stirling finally shuts his laptop with a loud clap and looks up at me. For a second I'm startled, just staring at him. He really is attractive, but with a Parisian suave vibe more than an overly muscled All-American football player way. No, he's sleek. The kind of guy you imagine standing in the shadows. Mysterious. Maybe smoking a cigarette. Although the blond hair does throw off the image a little. He's really blond, like me. And younger than I would've thought. I'd guess he's in his thirties, but just barely.
"Miss...?" He waves a hand in my direction and I hurry forward, realizing I've just been standing here stupidly instead of introducing myself like a normal human.
Damn it, Pals. Don't fuck this up!
My legs feel wobbly. I've probably only been waiting about five minutes, but it's felt like fifty. God, I hope I don't have obvious sweat stains under my pits already. I put my extra strength deodorant this ..morning didn't I?
"Miss Penny, Penelope chase" I smile enthusiastically and hold out my hand across his spotless white desk. "Or Penny. You can just call me Penny. " Awesome, way to come across like a bumbling idiot. I just can't believe I'm meeting him. And interviewing in person with him. Although it makes sense, if it's him I'd be working directly with.
Mr. Bryan Stirling 's eyes finally make their way to me.
But they don't make it all the way up to my face. My excitement deflates. His gaze lands firmly on the real estate that is my chest.
Nikki Bell or should one say Nikki Udall is the wife of Mario Udall, the king of the Netherworld where he rules with an iron fist he develops a crude interest in Nikki and makes her fall for him there after establishing his dominance over her and locking her off from the world like in a cage he then unveils his true colours this imprisonment forces Nikki to have a new turn and growing more than his little bird, his princess having experienced life's rough side having realized that they both are like fire and Dynamite , she evolves to an Empress .This story enraps all the drama you could ever imagine at its apex, The Queen in the kingdom by Dave yuuzy has it down for you
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
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Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.