Beautiful temptation |18+

FIVE

SABRINA 

It's been so long since I've been so conflicted and anxious, like I was yesterday.

years even.

I crossed my leg under me as I sat on my office chair, pulling my chair closer to my table so that my chest hit the corner of it, before I opened one of my cabinets and pulled out my black journal from it.

I let out a sigh as I opened the book, stopping to see when I last wrote in it.

Three months ago.

I've always been so good at writing down my feelings and trying to process them, as recommended by my last therapist, but my life has been so caught up with so much shit that I forgot about it.

Now? I'm pumped with all kinds of emotions that shouldn't even be working together.

I opened a new page and picked up a pen, ready to write, but my pen hovered over the line.

What was I supposed to write?

Dear journal, two days ago I had sex with a hot man in the club to get revenge on my ex for cheating on me with someone I could lay down my life for, and then the hot man turned out to be my womanizing, uptight boss, and when I told him this couldn't happen again, he turned into some kind of werewolf in all those Wattpad stories and claimed me as his.

That was the dumbest and scariest thing that has happened to me in the past three years, and of all the horrendous things that have happened to me, that was saying a lot.

So why, in the name of all things holy, was my underwear wet when I bolted out of the boardroom?

I didn't know what terrified me more; the man I just met promised to give me only his or the fact that I liked it.

I taped my pen on the journal, unsure of what I'm supposed to think at this point.

Maybe my head is screwed up from the stress of the past few days.

I let out a sigh, putting down my pen, closing the black book, and sliding it away from me. Exhaustion from the lack of sleep took over me, and I closed my eyes and pressed my head on the desk, reflecting on the past few days.

Who is this Ciro guy anyway?

Sure, he was my boss, and I knew his reputation from around the office when I first joined the company, but I never cared to find out more information about him.

Companies are greedy, and CEOs tend to have a stick up their asses. All I was there for was to work, get my salary, and come home at the end of the day or stay at Mike's house if my day was fucking stressful.

But there's a first time for everything.

I shoved my chair backward and stood up before heading out of the office and walking up the stairs to my room.

As I flung the door open, I spotted my MacBook on the bed and made a grab for it, sitting down on my bed as I opened it.

I felt like a creepy stalker doing this, but if I'm going to get claimed, I might as well know who this man really is and how Mike ties into the whole ideal. I went to Google and typed in William Ciro, my belly doing flips as I watched the logo roll before it opened up. I was met with an image of him in a jacketless suit.

Just like I saw him in the club.

I gulped, shaking that sinful image from my mind.

'William Ciro, number 4 on the list of the top 10 billionaires in the world!'