Forbidden Desires: CEO's Unyielding Love

"Hold on!"

Emily Thompson's dress strap had slid down to her waist, teasingly revealing more skin, while Patrick Rivera's touch ignited a fire within her. Their kisses deepened, becoming more passionate, as they teetered on the edge of crossing into uncharted territory.

But right at that crucial moment, Emily called for a break.

Patrick opened his amber eyes, clearly annoyed.

Emily took off the bracelet from her wrist and placed it on the nearby dresser.

Patrick glanced at it, his cool demeanor darkening.

"Seriously? You're worried about a cheap bracelet that costs less than five hundred bucks?" he asked.

The bracelet looked old-fashioned and downright tacky, like something found at a flea market. It had oxidized and discolored so much that it was practically falling apart.

Every time, Emily would take it off, clean it, and put it back on.

Emily's long lashes hid her true feelings. "I'm just used to wearing it."

Patrick lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Are you used to the bracelet or something else?" he asked coldly.

Emily's attitude was submissive, but her eyes clearly showed she didn't want to answer. She pressed closer to him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Mr. Rivera, let's continue."

Patrick wasn't stupid; she was using affection to divert his question.

However, her soft body reignited his desire.

He cupped her face and kissed her more fiercely, roughly flipping her onto the bed and pulling off her dress.

His large hands roamed possessively over her curves, his touch so intense that Emily's breath came in ragged gasps.

She tried to push him away to get some air, but every time she retreated an inch, he advanced three.

In the end, Emily had to give up resisting and let herself relax to take his forceful advances.

Just then, Patrick's phone rang.

Emily turned her head to reach for it and glanced at the caller ID as she brought it to his face.

Patrick was already grabbing one of Emily's legs, ready to take the final step.

Seeing the caller, he stopped.

"Shirley, what's wrong?" He answered the call and quickly got off the bed.

Before he even left the room, Emily heard the gentle, clear voice on the other end. "Patrick..."

Emily slowly sat up, looking at the disheveled sheets, knowing Patrick wouldn't be coming back. She went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When she came out in a loose bathrobe, Patrick was already preparing to leave.

He was fully dressed, even his tie was neatly in place. It was as if nothing had happened.

"Make sure all the meeting materials are organized. We'll need them for the nine o'clock meeting tomorrow," Patrick said coldly.

"Got it, Mr. Rivera," Emily replied.

Patrick used the tone of a boss giving orders to a subordinate. Emily naturally responded in the tone of a subordinate to a boss.

Patrick left without a trace of reluctance.

Emily looked down at the red marks on her chest from his rough kisses, feeling a bit desolate. She was Patrick's personal secretary. By day, she had to be the perfect professional at the office. By night, she was summoned to his presidential suite to fulfill his desires.

At work, she was excellent and professional. In bed, she was obedient and dutiful.

Patrick had said that what he liked about her was that she was useful and low-maintenance. Of course, that was all. She would never enter his heart.

In his heart was that girl named Shirley Wright.

The next day, Emily was heading back to her office after dropping off some documents at Patrick's when she caught some gossip in the break room.