CEO's Secret Play

She let out a cry as her body bounced onto the soft bed, unable to get up before being pinned beneath his solid weight.

He trapped her beneath him, his eyes especially deep in the dim light, staring intently at her panicked face, a hint of anger lurking within them, though controlled.

"What are you going to do..." She was already afraid of him, and now, being restrained in this manner, her fear intensified. Her hands flailed against his body, nervous and helpless.

He seemed unfazed by her hits, his dark eyes growing increasingly shadowed, becoming mysterious and dangerous. Suddenly, his voice came, cold as if from an icy cavern. "No woman has ever dared to refuse me like this; you're the first."

Seeing his terrifyingly cold gaze, her resisting hands trembled and slowly stilled. She was terrified now, unable to muster a single word in response.

He half-closed his eyes, looking at her askance, his voice devoid of warmth. "What, cat got your tongue?"

Her wide eyes stared at him in terror, holding her breath.

"Aren't you always sharp-tongued? Why so silent now?" His hand gently caressed her delicate face, from her eyes to her nose and then down to her pale lips, scrutinizing her features closely.

She feared his wicked gaze and wanted to avoid his touch, but his dominant hands held her face firmly.

His hawk-like gaze locked onto her frightened face, forcing her eyes to meet his. "Are you that afraid of me?"

She bit her lip, stubbornly refusing to respond.

He observed her defiant lip-biting and gave a cold laugh. "Are you so noble, or are you cunning enough to know that a man's greatest thrill is taming a woman who won't submit, thus sparking my immense interest?"

She never imagined he would interpret her constant refusals as playing hard to get. His low opinion of her was unbearable. "I don't know what makes you think I want to attract you."

He chuckled. "I'm wealthy, aren't I?"

She laughed in return. "Not every woman in this world is willing to give up everything for money."

No sooner had she spoken than he burst into laughter.

His laughter echoed throughout the room, seemingly mocking. Then he looked at her with interest, gently lifting her chin. "Woman, are you truly so noble?"

Why did he hold her in such contempt?

Seeing the defiance in her eyes, he smirked disdainfully, lowering his gaze to the expanse of her chest, where a button had popped off during her earlier struggle.

Her chest was naturally full, making her shirt appear even more fitted. She usually checked her buttons carefully to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. Still, today, her shirt had failed her, exposing her white undergarment. It wasn't until she noticed his gaze fixed on her chest that she realized what had happened.

"Damn it!" she cursed, clutching the open part of her shirt in embarrassment and anger.

He gazed intensely at her flushed face, using his large hand to remove hers. Naturally, she resisted fiercely, but her strength did not match his.

With her hands pinned to the bed, she was immobilized, watching helplessly as his unscrupulous gaze lingered over her heaving chest.

Her white bra had shifted, and the exposure was imminent.

She stammered in embarrassment, "Kingsly Scott, you... don't... don't go too far..."

He seemed not to hear her, enthralled by the sight before him. "So beautiful," he murmured.

She could feel his body heat rising, his gaze filled with desire, and his breathing had become heavy and ragged.

This time, she truly sensed danger, but her body was pinned, unable to move. Frustrated and embarrassed, she shouted, "Stop looking..."

Her constant struggling and twisting only served to unintentionally rub against his sensitive body, making him smirk wickedly. "Aren't you squirming just to encourage me to continue?"

"You..."

At that moment, he lowered his head and captured her lips, successfully silencing her.

Her eyes widened, unable to move or reject him.

Thankfully, he only kissed her lightly, almost tenderly, without deepening it.

Her body tensed with anxiety as his warm lips brushed over her trembling ones.

Raising his head slowly, he looked at her, stiff beneath him, and chuckled. "If I had more time today, I'd take you. Unfortunately, Helen will be knocking any minute... and I don't like being interrupted."

She was so frightened that her face turned pale, like a startled rabbit frozen in place.

He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead before finally releasing her hands and standing up.

Terrified, she scrambled to the farthest corner of the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket.

Adjusting his attire, he spoke calmly and emotionlessly: "You've insisted time and again that you won't sell yourself for money, so I'm giving you a chance to prove it."

She watched him warily, afraid he might come over again, not entirely processing his words.

"From now on, as long as you can stay out of my sight, I'll let you go."

She clutched the blanket tightly, incredulous. "Are you serious?"

A knock on the door sounded; it was Helen's voice. "Mr. Scott, it's time for the press conference."

Kingsly turned, leaving her with, "I never go back on my word."

She quickly jumped off the bed and rushed to catch up with him. "Then I'll make sure Noah and I disappear from your life right now!"

Rachel Foster followed Kingsly Scott out of the room with a heart full of hope, unaware that it wasn't just Helen waiting outside.

Noah Foster hadn't expected his sister to emerge from Kingsly Scott's room, furrowing his brow slightly.

Rachel was momentarily stunned. "Noah?"

Noah bowed his head slightly in respect to Kingsly. "Mr. Scott."

Kingsly nodded in acknowledgment and walked straight to the hotel elevator, with Helen quickly following.

The spacious hotel corridor was left with just the siblings. Noah's gaze fell on Rachel's hand, which clutched her chest tightly. "Helen told me to come up to meet someone. I thought it was a friend of Mr. Scott's or something, not my sister."

Rachel only realized her disheveled state when she stepped out of the room. She did not expect her brother to witness such an embarrassing scene.

Holding her chest tightly, she looked at her brother calmly. "Noah, listen to your big sister and give up on the Shallow Bay project."

Noah replied calmly. "I know you've always had my best interests at heart, but I've already told you I'm not giving up on this project. It's the cornerstone of my life's achievements."

Rachel shook her head. "Noah, the risk with this project is immense. If you don't do well, you might..."

"Only in dire straits can one survive. The greatest risks yield the greatest rewards."

"But have you considered why Titans Group would entrust such a big project to someone as inexperienced as you?"

Noah smiled slightly. "I did think it was my luck before, but now I see it's because you helped me."

Rachel was puzzled.

Noah's pupils contracted slightly, looking intently at Rachel. "Isn't it because of your relationship with Mr. Scott that he's favoring me?"

Rachel's body jolted as she realized what her brother was implying, and she was immediately angered and embarrassed. "Noah, do you know what you're saying?"

"Big sister, although Jasper is great, if you choose to be with Mr. Scott, I won't interfere. Rationally, I'd even prefer Mr. Scott as my brother-in-law."

Rachel was so frustrated she held her chest tightly. "I have nothing to do with Kingsly Scott. I came to him only for you."

"Really?" Noah glanced at her sideways, a slight smile on his lips. "You came to see him at a hotel and ended up in his room looking disheveled?"

Rachel was flustered. "It's not what you think, I..." She didn't know how to explain to her brother.

Noah sighed deeply, reaching out to support his slender sister, speaking softly. "Big sister, I don't care about your relationship with Mr. Scott because it's your life, and no one else can interfere. Likewise, my life should be my own decision. Since I've entered Titans Group and been put in this position, I don't want to give up this great opportunity... You also want our Foster family to have a place in the entire city's business world again, right?"

Rachel shook her head, looking sadly at her brother. "Noah, the relationship between me and Kingsly is not what you think. I can only tell you that Kingsly Scott has ulterior motives for putting you in this position."

Noah gently pulled Rachel into a hug. "I believe what you're saying, but you must also trust your brother. He won't be manipulated and won't let anyone harm him."