The CEO's Accidental Heir

"Gentle... no more..."

Late at night, lingering moans like a kitten's purr.

Stella Hall lay on the hotel bed, completely naked, her body alluring in the moonlight.

The man pressed down on her, thrusting into her again and again.

The pain of sex was gradually swallowed by physical pleasure. Stella's legs unconsciously wrapped around the man's waist, seeking more, deeper pleasure.

His kiss came down, their tongues intertwining, saliva mixing—impossible to tell whose was whose.

After a wild night, when Stella woke up, the man beside her was sound asleep.

His handsome profile, prominent nose bridge, sharp jawline, and those rosy, thin lips had nearly driven her crazy last night.

Stella's face burned hot, her breathing tightened.

She carefully lifted the covers, quietly got out of bed, gently put on her clothes, and sneaked out the door.

Throughout the whole process, she was terrified of waking the sleeping man.

Stella felt like crying. Last night at the company celebration party, as a new employee, she got completely drunk after being egged on by the veterans in the publicity department. In her fragmented memories, she pushed open a door...

Then came countless kisses, the man's large hands roughly tearing off her clothes.

After that, Stella lost herself in it all.

Just recalling those scattered fragments made Stella want to dig a hole and bury herself.

Because the person she had sex with was none other than her father, Mason Hall's business partner, her boss, Alexander Brown!

Alexander became her boss partly because Mason had pushed for it.

Alexander often visited their home. He always had a gloomy expression, and Stella was scared of him.

Mason just thought Stella was timid, so he arranged for her to intern at Alexander's company, claiming it would toughen her up.

And now, she had actually slept with Alexander.

Stella clutched her coat tightly, hiding the shirt underneath with missing buttons, and quickly left.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if Alexander found out she dared to sleep with him. How could she face anyone at the company or at home?

Taking a cab home, Stella sneaked into the dressing room to change into pajamas, but was caught red-handed by Elodie Turner: "Stella, where were you last night?"

Stella jumped. Elodie rubbed her sleepy eyes and continued, "Your father asked me. I lied and said you were sleeping in my room, so he didn't press further."

Elodie was her cousin, living with the Hall family. Elodie's father got drunk, got into a fight, committed manslaughter, and went to prison. Her mother chose to leave without a word, making her an orphan.

Mason took pity on her and brought her to the Hall family to raise her. It had been ten years now, and during these ten years, the Hall family had taken good care of her.

Stella and Elodie were close in age and had been close since childhood. Hearing that Elodie had covered for her, Stella was deeply grateful and gave Elodie a big hug: "You're the best! I worked overtime all night last night and just slept a little at the office."

Elodie exclaimed, "Alexander is so inhuman! Exploiting employees like that?"

Yes, she had been exploited by Alexander until her whole body felt like it was falling apart.

Stella didn't dare reveal the truth, making a sad face: "Well, there's no choice. If I don't perform well, he'll definitely complain to my dad, and I don't want my dad to think I'm useless."

"Stella, you're the best! Pretty, smart, and you even won an international design competition award." Elodie's eyes lit up with admiration.

Thinking of herself, Elodie became dejected: "Not like me—my family has a stain on it, I'm about to graduate with no job prospects, no special skills. Maybe I'll just end up washing dishes."

"Don't think like that. Didn't I tell you? I've already organized your resume. Our department needs people. I'll find a way to recommend you, and we can work together."

Stella walked out of the dressing room, found her bag, and searched through it repeatedly, but couldn't find the resume.

Did she leave it at the office?

Stella scratched the back of her head, puzzled.

Seeing she couldn't produce it, Elodie smiled generously: "It's okay. You and your dad have been so good to me, paying for my education for ten years without mistreating me. I'm already very content."

"No way!"

Stella's attitude was firm. She pulled Elodie close and said seriously, "Just wait, I'll definitely bring you good news!"

Meanwhile, the morning sunlight shone through the curtain gaps, illuminating the presidential suite.

Alexander lifted his eyelids and instinctively looked to his side.

The empty bed held only him. Last night's madness seemed like a dream.

But Alexander clearly remembered—that soft, fragrant woman, her delicate skin, her waist he could circle with one hand, her tearful moans...

Had he been single for twenty-eight years, sexually repressed for so long that he was having hallucinations?

He sat up, palm pressed to his temple, brows tightly furrowed.

Inadvertently, his gaze caught a document by the bed.

"Elodie Turner? Senior at Harmony College in Emerald City?"

Alexander's thin lips curved up, as if he'd found a lost treasure.

When Alexander's assistant Chase entered, he handed over the resume: "Find her! Get all the details about her!"

Chase set down the brand new custom shirt and suit, then took the resume from Alexander's hand. Looking at the information, he was confused: "Mr. Brown, what did this person do?"

He'd worked for Alexander for years, and Alexander had never looked for young women. Besides, seeing Alexander's serious expression, Chase guessed Elodie must have offended Alexander.

Alexander suddenly recalled last night's madness—his member entering her body felt as comfortable as a fish entering the sea, and he unconsciously became aroused again.

His throat felt dry, but his expression was cold as ice: "Just find her when I tell you to. Don't ask so many questions. When you find her, don't alert her—notify me."

Chase felt the room temperature drop suddenly and quickly lowered his head and bent his waist.

"Get out!"

Alexander commanded coldly. Chase was startled.

Alexander was like a temperamental lion, unpredictable in mood. Chase usually had to be extremely careful, even when breathing.

After Chase left, Alexander waited a moment to calm down before lifting a corner of the covers. His naked body was burning hot.

He glanced at the document and cursed under his breath that this woman was truly unforgettable.