Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 1

I slept with my boss—on the very night of the company’s annual party.

When I woke up and found myself staring at my boss’s bare, chiseled abs, I swallowed hard. “Am I... about to get fired?”

He looked at me with that cold, unreadable gaze. “We’ll get married. I’ll take responsibility.”

I was completely stunned.

Are CEOs all this old-fashioned now? One night together and suddenly he wants to make it official?

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“Yvonne Scott, you’re twenty-six—don’t tell me you’re still a virgin?”

The teasing from Yvonne’s friends at the party echoed in her mind on an endless loop.

She’d never even had a boyfriend, let alone anything else. Honestly, she hadn’t even had her first kiss.

Too embarrassed to tell the truth, she punished herself with a few extra glasses of wine, then used being drunk as an excuse to slip away to her room and rest.

Yvonne spent ages fumbling with her key card, but the door wouldn’t open.

Tipsy and frustrated, her cheeks flushed with both wine and annoyance, she banged her head against the door—only for it to swing open unexpectedly.

There he was—Marico Hamilton. Those sculpted features of his still carried a hint of danger as he loomed right in front of Yvonne.

Wait—why was Mr. Hamilton in Yvonne’s room?

Dazed and a little buzzed, Yvonne stared up at this impossibly handsome man, half-convinced she must be dreaming.

“Do you like what you see?” Marico’s dark eyes narrowed, his deep voice rough with restraint.

“Uh-huh...” Yvonne blinked at him and answered without thinking.

Yvonne’s voice was soft, almost a whimper, with a hint of a nasal lilt.

Seeing the man she’d always thought was out of her league standing right in front of Yvonne, she suddenly remembered what Nydia, the office flirt, once said while looking at his picture: “A guy that tall and handsome? You just know he’s incredible in bed.”

Yvonne licked her lips, feeling the heat inside her rise.

If Yvonne can’t reach him in real life, can’t she at least have him in her dreams?

Yvonne decided she wanted to see just how good Marico Hamilton really was.

Without hesitation, Yvonne lunged forward, her long legs in high heels kicking the door closed behind her.

“Mr. Hamilton, rumor has it any woman who ends up in your bed must’ve saved the galaxy in a past life. I want to give it a try.”

Their eyes met, and the air between them seemed to ignite, the tension burning hotter with every second.

Marico had clearly been drinking too. His body radiated heat as I pressed against him, and he didn’t resist.

Who would have guessed that the cold, stern Marico could be so attentive in bed—gentle, yet relentless. The only problem was, he had way too much stamina; toward the end, Yvonne could hardly take it.

The next morning.

Still half-awake, Yvonne heard someone knock and enter the room.

She frowned. Was her dream really this vivid? Why did she think she was hearing Marico’s voice?

Something felt off. She forced her eyes open and sat up.

The first thing Yvonne saw was Marico, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, abs that begged to be touched, and that enticing line of muscle disappearing beneath the towel...

Yvonne was completely stunned.

All the explicit memories from last night came rushing back, every scene more embarrassing than the last. Her face flushed hot, then went pale.

“Mr. Hamilton, what are you doing here? Last night, did we... did we...”

Yvonne stammered “did we” twice, but the rest of her words stuck in her throat.

Marico’s dark eyes softened slightly as he looked at her panicked, blushing face. “What do you want to ask?”