Jyojiko

"I don't look like a prostitute because I am not one." she coldly smiles at his questioning gaze as she sips her coffee. 'Jerk!!' she screams in her head.

"My apologies." he sincerely said, seeing the expression on her face. "But why do you have a key to this room."

"Well, probably because this is MY room." she spat her words as she put down her coffee on top of the coffee table. She chose a magazine with the Kardeshians on the cover and put down her cup on top of it.

He scoffed at this girl watching him with open distaste on her pretty face. He would admit that he felt insulted with how she acted now when just a while ago she was feasting on his body while he was on the phone.

"You change your mind easily, huh?" he said mockingly. "Just a few minutes ago, you said you like me."

"Well, a girl sure can change her mind, as many times as she wants. If you want to change my mind, you could stand up and turn around so I could see you from behind because you see, I prefer a guy with a nice pair of ass."

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. 

When her flight was canceled due to a heavy storm, she had a one-night stand with a stranger that happened to be the future CEO of one of the top five pharmaceutical companies in the world.

However, the next time they met, he did not remember her!

But is it a reason enough to take revenge? If it was, how far would she go to soothe her wounded ego?

Was it really just her pride that got hurt? 

What really happened that night? And how does a night with a stranger change Jess's life?

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]


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Book cover by Jushel

Capture The Blue-Eyed CEO

"I didn't expect that you would really prepare dinner for us, or that I'd be invited," he poured more wine into her empty glass.

"Noah, are you trying to get me drunk?"."

Noah hasn't even finished his first glass of wine yet. He barely drank any of it.

"Little Miss Jessie, I don't plan on taking advantage of you tonight," he scoffed, shaking his head in amusement. His eyes were dancing in mischief and a lecherous smile framed his lips.

"Why, Mr. Tiefenbacher, I didn't believe that at all." she softly chuckled, sipping her wine.

She observed Noah from the rim of her glass. He looked so at home at her dining table. He showered her cooking skills with compliments. From her Tzatziki shrimp chips bite and to the steak that she prepared.

Now they are just enjoying the store-bought tiramisu that they are sharing while they are having their wine.

Domesticated Noah