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

Gregory Hayes wasn't a man who second-guessed himself. He made decisions, stuck to them, and moved forward. It was how he built his empire—by keeping emotions out of the equation.

Yet, for the past few days, a single thought had been eating at him.

Gregory leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he stared at nothing in particular. He had refused to acknowledge it at first. The memory of that night had been hazy, nothing more than fleeting touches and muffled sounds. But then she had walked into his office—angry, demanding answers, looking at him like he was the worst kind of man.

Not because he wanted to, but because it was easier that way. What good would the truth do? He had slept with her. It was a mistake. End of story.

And yet, it didn't feel like the end.

Gregory exhaled sharply and stood, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Chicago stretched out beneath him, the city as relentless as ever. Normally, he found comfort in the view. It reminded him of everything he had built, everything he had control over.

But this—this situation with Amara—was something he had no control over.

That night had been different. He barely remembered women after being with them. Not because he was callous, but because they never left an impression. But Amara? He remembered the way her body had reacted to him, the way she had felt real in his arms. And the worst part?

She had made him lose control.

Gregory had always been detached when it came to sex. It was good, sure, but it was never overwhelming. Never something that made him feel anything beyond temporary pleasure. But with her…

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Come in," he said, his voice flat.

His assistant stepped in, placing a file on his desk. "Mr. Hayes, your schedule for the afternoon. The finance department needs your approval on—"

"Just leave it," he interrupted. His tone was sharper than necessary, but he didn't bother correcting it.

She hesitated before nodding and stepping out.

Gregory sat back down, rubbing his temples.

This was ridiculous. He had been with plenty of women, and not once had he wasted time thinking about them afterward. So why was Amara any different?

Maybe it was because she worked for him. Maybe it was because she had walked into his office, expecting answers. Or maybe it was because deep down, a part of him knew—

That night wasn't just a mistake. It was something else. Something he wasn't ready to name.

And that was exactly why he needed to shut it down before it became a problem.

Gregory Hayes didn't get distracted. He didn't get attached.

And he sure as hell wasn't about to start now.

Chapter Nine