Fatia_Dada

Synopsis:

Amara Daniels has spent her whole life struggling to make ends meet. When she finally lands a job at one of the city’s most prestigious companies, she believes her luck is finally changing. To celebrate, her best friend convinces her to go out for a night of fun—one that takes an unexpected turn.

A few drinks too many. A mysterious man. A night she can’t remember.

The next morning, she wakes up in a luxurious hotel room, naked and alone. The only clues to her stranger’s identity are a crisp stack of cash and a sleek business card with a name—but no face.

Determined to put the night behind her, Amara focuses on her new job. But when she steps into the towering office building on her first day, she comes face to face with the company’s elusive and powerful CEO—the man from that night.

He remembers her. She doesn’t remember him.

Now, caught in a dangerous game of secrets, power, and undeniable attraction, Amara must navigate a world she never belonged to—one where the CEO she never meant to meet is determined to make her his.

But in a world where the rich play by different rules, will she rise… or fall.

Underneath the CEO

Amara had spent the last few days trapped in a whirlwind of emotions. Ever since that drunken night, she had tried to push the memory away, to convince herself that it didn't matter. But it did. And every time she looked at Gregory Hayes—the cold, ruthless CEO—something twisted inside her.

So, when she saw him heading toward his office alone, she took her chance.

Her hands were clammy as she followed him in, shutting the door behind her. Gregory turned, his sharp eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice was as sharp as ever.

Amara took a deep breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I need to talk to you."

His expression darkened. "Make it quick. I don't have time for nonsense."

Her heart pounded, but she refused to back down. "Do you remember that night?" she asked, her voice quiet but firm.

Gregory's brows furrowed. "What night?"

She swallowed hard. "The night we... were together."

For a moment, he just stared at her. Then, to her shock, he let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Is that what this is about?"

Amara stiffened. "So, you do remember."

His face turned cold. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her stomach dropped. "Gregory, don't do that. You know what happened. We—"

"Enough," he cut her off, his voice icy. "Whatever fantasy you've built up in your head, I suggest you forget it. I don't mix business with pleasure."

Her breath hitched. "You're lying."

He stepped closer, his towering frame making her feel small. "I don't owe you an explanation. Whatever you think happened, it didn't."

Tears burned behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "So, what? You just use women and throw them away?"

His jaw clenched, but his expression didn't soften. "If you're done wasting my time, you can leave."

Amara's throat tightened. She had expected a reaction, but not this. Not outright denial.

Feeling humiliated, she turned and stormed out of his office.

Back at her desk, Amara's mind spun. How could he just pretend nothing happened? Worse, how could she have been so foolish?

She barely noticed the group of employees chatting near the break room—until she heard Gregory's name.

"You have to be crazy to work directly under Mr. Hayes," one of them said with a laugh. "The man is a nightmare."

"Tell me about it," another agreed. "He treats employees like they're disposable. And don't get me started on his love life."

"What do you mean?" someone asked.

"He goes through women like they're nothing. One week it's some model, the next it's another socialite. And trust me, he never keeps them around for long."

"Classic Gregory Hayes," one of them scoffed. "Brutal in the office, brutal in his relationships."

Amara couldn't listen anymore. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding.

She had been stupid to think that night meant anything to him. To Gregory, she was just another face in the crowd.

And now, she had to find a way to forget him—no matter how much it hurt.

Chapter six