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 spent the night staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Gregory's cold denial played in her mind like a broken record. The way he dismissed her, the way he acted as if she were delusional—it hurt more than she wanted to admit. And the gossip? That only made it worse.

By morning, she forced herself out of bed, determined to get through the day. She wouldn't let anyone see how much last night had shaken her.

Walking into the office, she kept her head high. She ignored the glances from coworkers, the occasional smirk from those who thought they knew something about her. She wasn't about to give them any more reasons to talk.

Gregory was nowhere in sight when she arrived at her desk. She exhaled in relief. The last thing she needed was to see his face.

But even as she settled into work, her mind kept drifting back to him.

Why would he lie? Did he really not remember that night, or was he just pretending? And if he was pretending, why? To protect his image? To avoid complications?

A fresh wave of anger surged through her.

Fine. If he wanted to act like nothing happened, she would do the same.

Later that evening, Amara met Zara at their favorite café. The moment she sat down, Zara gave her a sharp look.

"You look like hell," Zara said bluntly.

Amara let out a tired laugh. "Thanks. Just what I needed to hear."

Zara leaned forward. "Spill. What's going on?"

For a moment, Amara hesitated. But she couldn't hold it in anymore. She told Zara everything—about the confrontation, his denial, and the things she overheard from her coworkers.

Zara's expression darkened. "Let me get this straight. You slept with the man, and now he's acting like you imagined it?"

Zara scoffed. "Men are trash, but this is next-level trash. And don't get me started on those office gossipers. They act like they're in some reality show."

Amara sighed, stirring her drink absentmindedly. "I just feel stupid. I knew he was out of my league. I knew he wasn't the type of man to settle. But for a second, I thought—"

"You thought he was different?" Zara finished.

Zara reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "Listen to me. You are not stupid. You made a mistake, sure. But don't you dare let this man make you feel small. You got this job on your own. You work hard. And trust me, Gregory freaking Hayes is not worth your energy."

Amara gave a weak smile. "Thanks, Zara."

"Anytime," Zara said, flipping her hair. "Now, what's our next move? Because if you want revenge, I have some ideas."

Amara laughed for the first time that day. "No revenge. Just… I need to focus on my job. I'm not going to let him mess this up for me."

Zara smirked. "Now that's the Amara I know."

Chapter Seven