Chapter 2

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Zander

I can't stop thinking about her. Chrissy. The memory of her curves, her scent, her soft skin haunts me as I lie in bed, still tasting her on my lips. The way she melted into my arms, surrendering completely. My body aches to possess her again.

I know I came on strong, claiming her as mine. But I don't regret it. She is mine now, whether she realizes it yet or not. I've never wanted anyone or anything the way I want her.

My cock throbs insistently as I replay the delicious memories in my mind. The way her cheeks flushed prettily when I whispered filthy promises in her ear. How she trembled and gasped as I slowly peeled her costume off, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of soft, creamy skin. I can still feel the heat of her slick folds enveloping me as I claimed her for the first time, stretching her, marking her as mine. The tender flesh yielding to my hardness. Her tiny whimpers and breathy moans as I moved within her, stoking the flames higher and higher until she shattered apart, sobbing my name.

I grasp my rigid length, stroking firmly from base to tip. I imagine all the wicked, depraved things I want to do to her. Tying her up and teasing her for hours until she's desperate and begging. Bending her over my desk and spanking that delectable ass until it's rosy red. Burying my face between her thighs and feasting on her sweetness until she screams. Making her get on her knees and choking on my cock. The possibilities are endless and I want to do it all, to ruin her for anyone else.

My hand moves faster, urgency building as I picture her pretty lips stretched around me, looking up at me with those innocent doe eyes. Saliva dripping down her chin as she gags and struggles to take it all. I'd fuck her face until tears streamed down her cheeks. Use all her holes ruthlessly for my pleasure.

But I'd take care of her too. Worship every inch of her lush body with my mouth and hands. Bring her to the heights of ecstasy over and over. Cherish her and ensure all her needs and desires are met. Shower her with affection and gifts. Make her feel like the goddess she is.

Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core, my shaft pulsing and leaking. I imagine painting her porcelain skin with my seed, marking my territory. My balls draw up tight and with a strangled groan, I erupt. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, splattering my chest and abs. I milk every last drop from my twitching member, shuddering and panting.

As I come down from my high, I know one thing with absolute certainty—I will have her again. And again. Forever .

Chrissy belongs to me now.

My phone buzzes, dragging me from my reverie. Time to face another day as the cutthroat CEO. But first...

I type out a text to Christine:

Good luck on your first day, beautiful. You'll be amazing.

My driver is already waiting as I hurry out the door, my thoughts still consumed by her. It's only when I'm settled in the backseat that it hits me—I never asked where she's starting her new job. The realization gnaws at me as we weave through traffic.

The moment I'm in my office, I fire off another text:

Where are you working now? I want to know everything about you.

I stare at the screen, willing her to respond immediately. My fingers drum impatiently on the desk. I need to know. I crave every detail about her life, her hopes, her fears.

"Mr. Shaw, your 9 AM is here," my assistant's voice crackles through the intercom.

I barely hear her. All I can think about is Chrissy. Her laugh, her smile, the way she fit so perfectly in my arms. I'm utterly obsessed, and I don't care. That sweet, perfect girl is mine, and I'll move heaven and earth to keep her.

Chrissy

I take a deep breath as I step through the gleaming glass doors of Shaw Enterprises. The lobby bustles with activity, a sea of suits and clicking heels against polished marble. My heart races, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through me.

"Chrissy Harper?" A petite woman with a bright smile approaches. "I'm Melanie from HR. Welcome aboard!"

I shake her hand, grateful for the warm welcome. "Thank you. I'm thrilled to be here."

Melanie leads me through a maze of cubicles and corner offices, introducing me to a blur of new faces. I try to memorize names, but they slip away in my nervous haze.

"And this," Melanie says, gesturing to a sleek desk near a large window, "is your new home away from home."

I run my fingers along the smooth surface, drinking in the view of the city skyline. "It's perfect," I breathe.

As I settle in, arranging my few personal items, my phone buzzes. My stomach flutters when I see Erik's name on the screen. His message makes me smile:

Where are you working now? I want to know everything about you.

I'm about to type a response when a tall man in an impeccable suit approaches. "Ms. Harper? Mr. Shaw would like to see you in his office immediately."

My fingers freeze over the keyboard. "The CEO wants to see me? Now?"

The man nods, his expression unreadable. "Right this way, please."

I swallow hard, following him towards the imposing double doors at the end of the hall. My phone, with Erik's unanswered text, sits forgotten on my new desk. I knew I would have to meet the CEO of the company sometime, but I'm suddenly a bundle of nerves. I know his HR team hired me, but he certainly has the power to fire me if he doesn't like me.

The suited man deposits me outside a door and nods before walking away.

I take a moment to take a deep breath and collect myself before I step into the office, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird.

The room is bathed in soft light from floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawling beneath us. My eyes are drawn to the broad-shouldered silhouette standing with his back to me, gazing out at the skyline.

"Mr. Shaw?" My voice comes out as a whisper, barely audible over the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

He turns, and the world stops spinning.

Those piercing eyes. That chiseled jaw. The same commanding presence that had me spellbound at the Halloween party. It's him. My Phantom. Erik .

No. Not Erik. Apparently, he's Zander Shaw. CEO of the company I've just joined.

And my new boss.

"Chrissy," he blinks, obviously just as surprised as I am, but my name still rolls off his tongue like honey.

He seems to collect himself before I do because he smiles a wide, delighted grin. "Welcome to Shaw Industries."

I can't breathe. Can't move. Can't think . The room seems to tilt on its axis as I struggle to reconcile the man before me with the enigmatic stranger from the party and the charming texter I've been falling for.

"You..." I manage to choke out. "You're..."

A slow smile spreads across his face. "I had no idea you were my new hire." He's obviously delighted by this turn of events, but I'm not.

I have to work with this man. He's my boss. My boss! This is a disaster.

"I thought your name was Erik," I whisper, my mind reeling. How is this possible? How could I not have known? Why the fuck didn't I look up a picture of my future boss? Surely there are pics of him on the internet. I'm a fucking idiot.

"That's my middle name," he admits sheepishly. "I was caught up in the moment last night." My cheeks burn at his mention of last night. "I was going to tell you my first name today when we talked later after work." His eyes smolder at me. "I had no idea we'd be talking so soon, though."

He takes a step closer, and I catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne. "I must admit, I'm rather pleased by this turn of events. I'll get to see you all day…"

I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to run. But I'm rooted to the spot, captivated by his intense gaze.

"Mr. Shaw, I...I don't know what to say."

He reaches out, his fingers brushing my arm, sending electricity coursing through my veins. "Call me Zander."

I swallow.

He takes another step closer to me when I don't speak. "Say my name, Chrissy," his voice is soft and full of that same seduction I couldn't resist last night.

"Zander," I finally say.

He groans, and I can clearly see the prominent outline of his erection in his pants.

Oh lord .