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

[This chapter is dedicated to Roberta_Perkins. Thank you for the golden ticket. Your continuous support keeps me going. Much love.]

Alfred never sobered up so fast in his life. "What happened to Stefan?" He lowered down his voice and glanced over the closed door of the library. It was late and all were asleep and retired to their respective rooms.

"I have no idea. There were men with guns who knocked on my door and dumped him on my couch. What should I do?"

He paced the room. "How is his situation?"

"He looks like he got into a fight and lost. His wounds aren't all fresh. He's bloodied and soiled my couch." Her voice was strained. The panic had subsided and she's now angry. How dare they bother her with their family mess. "He badly needs a doctor. I have a doctorate but I'm not the one he needs." The sarcasm in her voice leaked.

"Do you recognize the men that brought him?"

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