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Claimed By The CEO

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Archer Dashwood is one of the youngest CEOs of the biggest publishing firms in the country. He is young, rich and has any woman he wants at his beck and call. He has it all, well except for his father's title, chairmen of BlackLabel Publishing. His father is the founder and CEO of Blacklabel publishing and he is ready to give the company to his successor.

Strapped for time and options Archer sets out to find the perfect bride for a year, long enough to fool his father and get what he wants. Archer doesn't want nor does he believe in love and finding that one person, that is until he comes across Amy Amana.

Is she the answer to getting everything he wants? Or is she the one that thing that will show him what he is truly missing in life?

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Chapter One
Oh, for f**k's sake, why does this stupid coffee machine never work? I don't know why I took this dumb job: office assistant? I don't have a clue what I am supposed to be doing. It also doesn't help that no one here is very helpful, ask a question, and they answer with a death glare. It's like everyone is walking around with a stick up their asses that needs to be surgically removed. "Are you done with the coffee yet? The meeting starts in ten minutes and Mr Dashwood always expects his coffee to be on the desk first thing." "Well, it would help if someone could please show me how to use the machine, as well as maybe tell me how he likes it? I have never met Mr Dashwood." "Your damn right you haven't, and you never will! Little gold-digging sluts like you have to steer clear of Mr Dashwood at all times." "Okay firstly, you don't know me. So who the hell are you to call me a gold digger? And second of all, who said anything about me wanting to be around Mr Dashwood, I don't even know what he looks like." Seriously, what the hell is going on? Are all the women in this office batshit crazy? And what the heck is so great about Archer Dashwood? I don't even know the hell he is. "Whatever, just keep your mouth shut, and your legs closed, and we won't have a problem. Got it?" "Got it." As soon as she stomped away, I felt an instant wave of relief wash over me. I think I might need to find a new job. I mean, I am grateful for Tyler putting my name forward for this job, but I don't think it is worth the pay. I handled less stress working in customer service. I got to quickly get this s**t done. If it tastes like ass, oh well. It won't matter anyway if I am just going to get another job anyway. The smart thing to do would be to keep this job until I have another one lined up. After about five minutes of smacking the s**t out of the coffee machine and some intense googling, I finally managed to make a damn cup of coffee. Pretty sure I might have burned the s**t out of it, maybe a couple of spoons full of sugar will cover the burnt taste. And milk? People put milk in their coffee, right? I don't touch the s**t, it makes me feel all jittery, like I want to jump out of my own skin. After my pretty obvious failed attempt at making Mr Dashwoods coffee, I stumbled out of the break room trying to work out where the hell I was meant to be going. You would think if they were all, so butt hurt about making him happy, the logical thing to do would be to help me help them keep him happy. "Hey! Where the hell are you doing?" I looked around trying to see if there was anyone else around that this security guard could be yelling at, but nope, lucky me, he is referring to me. What else could possibly go wrong? "Hi, um do you know where Mr Dashwoods office is? Or maybe where is the conference room that he is currently in? I was asked to get him a cup of coffee but no one told me where to actually take the cup of coffee. I'm new and still don't really know my way around. Mind giving me a hand?" I try batting my eyelashes at him. Maybe if I try to flirt a little bit he will be more inclined to give me a hand. Not that I do this much, or at all but I am out of options and starting to get a bit stressed out over a f*****g cup of coffee, as ridiculous as this sounds. "Name?" "Amy, Amy Amano. I am just an office assistant for the design team, not really anyone important or anything, which would explain why I am fetching the coffee and- "Down the hall to the left, make sure you knock. Mr Dashwood doesn't take too kindly to people just barging into his office. "Yes sir! Thank you." I gave him the biggest fake smile I could muster and scurried down the hall, and after what felt like an eternity, I finally made it to an office with the name Archer Dashwood plastered across it. I give it a good knock and stand there for a good thirty to forty seconds before giving it another bang. This time with a bit more force, surely he can hear me. I lean my head against the door to see if I can hear anyone on the other side talking. Maybe he has already left for a meeting or something? Before I could stand up straight and compose myself, the door swung open and, of course, I fell face first, coffee in hand and my ass sticking up in the air. And to make things even better, most of the coffee ended up all over the top half of my dress. Just f*****g great, this was one of my best dresses. I don't exactly have the funds to replace it right now. "Well, if this is a tactic to get my attention, I must admit this is a new one. Even for me." I could quickly feel my cheeks beginning to flush with embarrassment as I dropped the coffee cup and jumped to my feet. I looked around the room to see if there were any tissues or anything that I could use to quickly wipe me down. Just as I thought I had spotted some across the room, my attention snapped forward when I heard someone clear his throat. Right Mr Dashwood. I looked up and saw the most amazingly beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Of course, that wasn't his only striking feature. He had a gorgeous jawline with ash-brown hair. He looked incredible in that suit. I can only wonder what he would look like without it. "You alright miss" "A-amy. Amy Amano." "Well Amy, are you?" "Am I?" "Alright? Are you alright? That looked like a pretty good fall, and with coffee? No less in your hand, did it burn you?" "No, I'm sorry! I was asked to bring you your morning coffee and I got a bit turned around. Luckily, by the time I got here, the coffee had already cooled down. But I guess that wouldn't have been good for you if I hadn't fallen because then it would have been too cold for you to drink. I can go and make you- Before I could finish my humiliating rant, he put his hand up to cut me off. Yea, I would tell myself to shut up if I heard myself rambling. "It's fine, Ms Amano, as long as you are alright. The last thing I need is to be buried under paperwork for a work-related injury. However, I think it would be best for you to get a change of clothes. I don't think you will be able to continue working in that." I have a quick look down to see my top off completely see through. I let a little squeal slip out as I jumped to cover myself with my arms wrapped around me. f**k me what the hell is wrong with today. I would really like a re-do button right about now. I could feel the tears beginning to spring into my eyes, it took everything I had not to cry in front of this beautiful stranger in front of me. I went to open my mouth but nothing wanted to come out. It was like my legs were just frozen in place. Reading the room, Mr Dashwood walks around from his desk and heads straight over to me. As he gets closer, I can see he is unbuttoning his blazer and slowly shrugging it off. Before I could react to what was happening, he wrapped his blazer around my shoulders to help cover me up. I try to take a step back but trip over my feet and start to fall backwards. Mr Dashwood, as if he was reading my moves two steps a head, managed to catch me with ease and helped steady me back to my feet. He gently lifts my chin to meet his gaze, so soft and delicate his eyes. I feel like I could get lost in them forever if I could. "Have we, have we met somewhere before?" Again, I try to open my mouth to respond. As I try to remember how to speak, he starts to lean in closer until we are just inches apart. What the hell is happening? And why do I want him to kiss me?

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