I'm the CEO of the Moore Group. Recently, I’ve had my eye on a celebrity and was thinking about a hostile takeover of his heart. My assistant broke into a cold sweat: "CEO, you can't! A year ago, Mr. Walker tried to blacklist him, and his corporation went bankrupt! "Six months ago, Mr. Zola tried to get handsy with him at a party, and ended up with a bleeding head from a wine bottle! "Three months ago, Mr. Lloyd tried to drug this celebrity, and got kicked in the family jewels, ending his bloodline! "And a month ago..." Me: "..." Love is precious, but life is priceless. I'm out of here. But not even half a month later. I was the one imprisoned. In the basement of a villa. That breathtakingly beautiful face that haunted my dreams wore a lazy smile, but his eyes were cold and gloomy: "Mr. Moore, didn't you want to keep me as your sugar baby? Why the sudden change of heart?" Me: "???" 1 "CEO, you absolutely cannot do this!" Assistant Liam looked at the photo on the desk with a terrified face. The man in the photo possessed an extremely stunning beauty. A blooming rose was held between his red lips, his phoenix eyes staring straight at the camera with a playful provocation. The texture of the black silk shirt was perfectly outlined by the light, the collar loosely open, revealing a section of pale collarbone. Lazy, yet mixed with a hint of danger. So beautiful... I suppressed my pounding heart and asked puzzledly: "Why not? Are there few people keeping celebrities in this circle?" Assistant Liam took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "CEO, you can like any celebrity in Hollywood, but if you have your eye on Ethan Hayes, you really can't! This celebrity is cursed!" Me: "?" Wait, I've been celibate for twenty-seven years, and finally found someone I like, and you tell me I can't? "What's wrong with him?" Assistant Liam: "Everything is wrong!" Me: "..." "CEO, you've been busy with work, so there are things you don't know." "Ethan is so good-looking, how could no one covet him? When he first debuted, many people had their eyes on him!" "Those people investigated and thought, oh, he has no background, just beauty. Isn't that a dead end for him to be manipulated?!" "Result!" Assistant Liam counted on his fingers: "A year ago, he rejected Mr. Walker. Mr. Walker tried to blacklist him, and the Walker Corp went belly up! "Six months ago, Mr. Zola tried to get handsy with him at a party, and ended up with a bleeding head from a wine bottle! "Three months ago, Mr. Lloyd tried to drug Ethan, and got kicked in the family jewels, ending his bloodline! "And a month ago..." "Three days ago..." "But in the end, nothing happened to this celebrity!" "He seems to have a mysterious force behind him. Whoever messes with him suffers! But no matter how much those people investigate, they can't find his specific background!" "Of course, I can't find it either." "So CEO, don't tell me you want all the information on this man in three minutes." "I can't do it." "However, I can compile a report on who offended him, who wanted to keep him, who wanted to force him, and who ended up bankrupt, ruined, half-disabled, or doing time in federal prison for the rest of their lives. Then you can consider carefully." "Please be careful!" Me: "..." Assistant Liam spent three hours organizing it and sent the package to me. After reading it. Me: "..." I painfully tore my eyes away from Ethan's photo, reluctantly put the photo in the deepest drawer, then put a few stacks of documents on top, pressing the photo to the very bottom. I am not blindly confident in my strength. There are countless capable people in the Capital. Even if I have built the Moore Group to be no less than other first-tier enterprises, I never felt I was the most powerful one. If there is more than one force behind Ethan... Then better just wash up and sleep. With so many precedents, do I still want to crash my car into the wall to see if my bones are hard? Love is precious, but life is priceless. I'm out of here. 2 I felt like I must be dreaming. Otherwise, how could I dream that I was sleeping on a bed, one wrist cuffed, locked to the bedside by a long iron chain? I pinched my thigh. It hurts TvT. Looks like I'm not dreaming. I tried hard to recall. I had been neglecting sleep and food for a bidding project recently. Finally finished, I planned to give myself two days off to rest. Returned to the underground garage to park the car. Just as I closed the car door. Sudden pain in the back of the neck. Then I lost consciousness. Me: "..." Is this the security of the high-end gated community I live in? Even kidnappers can get in! Wait until I get out and sue the property management! I gradually came back to my senses. No. Do kidnappers tie people up like this? I raised my hand silently, feeling the heavy weight of the handcuff on my wrist, and looked at this space. This seems to be a basement. Dim light, few items, and a gloom and chill seeping into the bones. I just turned my head. Suddenly met eyes with a wall densely packed with "me"! Photos taken secretly were framed and hung neatly all over the wall! Reading documents seriously in the CEO's office, listening indifferently to people arguing in the shareholders' meeting, calm and cold in a suit at the bidding meeting, holding a wine glass deep in thought at the banquet... There were even photos of me showering, sleeping, changing clothes, and... taking care of my morning glory! Me: "???" Me: "..." My soul flew away in fright. Holy crap!!! I met a pervert! Leaving aside public photos, how did this pervert get these intimate photos?! At this time, I also discovered. The black suit on me had long been changed into soft white pajamas. Phone, keys, briefcase, etc., disappeared without a trace. Me: "!!!" If he just wanted money, I could still negotiate calmly. If he wanted... I tried my best to calm down. My gaze fell on the handcuffs on my wrist, thinking about how to break free. However, before I could move. Creak. The door opened. I looked up subconsciously. The person revealed his figure. Tall and straight posture, broad shoulders and narrow waist. That face displayed on the giant screens of Times Square, the face that haunted my dreams, was also revealed— Extremely gorgeous, extremely beautiful. For me, this person was as beautiful as an unreachable dream. I looked at him somewhat sluggishly. Is it a dream? However. The man looked straight at me, a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold and gloomy: "Mr. Moore, didn't you want to keep me as your sugar baby? Why the sudden change of heart?" Me: "???" 3 My brain crashed. I stared at him absent-mindedly for a long while before speaking hoarsely: "E... Ethan?" He walked over leisurely, approaching me bit by bit, letting out a very light laugh: "Mr. Moore, finally remembered?" "So, can you answer my question now?" When he leaned over, the warm breath he exhaled, combined with his extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, was like a colorful and gorgeous poisonous snake slowly clinging to the skin, revealing sharp fangs, slimy and cold. Like a terrifying stalker. Goosebumps rose all over my body. Every cell in my body screamed fear and danger. My heart beat extremely fast, crazily hitting my ribs, driving me to escape and get rid of this terrible person quickly. But my body didn't move at all. I finally recovered from his super high looks and looked at him calmly: "Because I don't want the Moore Group to go bankrupt." Ethan: "???" I was sincere and straightforward: "I do have thoughts about you, but as far as I know, everyone who had thoughts about you and put them into action either went bankrupt or became half-disabled, either went to jail or lost their lives." "I don't want to drag the Moore Group down with me." Ethan feigned regret: "Mr. Moore, maybe you are different in my heart? Maybe I am looking forward to your 'hostile takeover'?" Me: "..." I'm not a mind reader! "Giving up without even trying, this is not in line with your consistent style, Mr. Moore." Me: "..." Me: "Being rejected is too embarrassing." I actually thought about being brave once. But my mental state is not very stable. If I was blatantly rejected by Ethan, I would very likely go crazy. But I can't afford the price of going crazy. So better out of sight, out of mind. I held up the handcuffs in front of him: "Big Star Ethan, so what do you mean?" Ethan took it for granted: "If the mountain won't come to me, I must go to the mountain." Me: "So, your so-called going to the mountain is kidnapping, dark room, imprisonment?" Ethan flashed a brilliant smile at me: "Yes." Ethan is a top-level succubus. Because his smile dazzled my eyes again. Finally, I was dragged back to reality by the warm, wet, soft touch and dense stinging pain on my earlobe. At this time, I was pressed on the bed by him, pajamas messed up, exposing a large chest. Ethan was intimately holding my waist, containing my earlobe in his mouth, biting gently, muttering indistinctly: "William..." His fingers were touching my abs dishonestly, looking like they were going lower. Me: "..." I am a normal man. Being teased like this by the person I like, it would be strange not to react. I panted and pushed him away: "What exactly do you want to do?" Ethan was confused: "Isn't it obvious?" Me: "...You want to sleep with me?" Ethan: "Otherwise, why did I go to such lengths to catch you here?" Me: "..." I was stunned by his straightforward and bold words. No, bro. Even if I wanted to keep Ethan, I planned to do it step by step. Get to know each other first, hold hands, date, watch movies, have afternoon tea. When feelings deepen, kiss on the cheek, take it slow, then kiss on the lips. Top intimate things like sleeping together were not in my initial plan. Because I was afraid Ethan wouldn't want to, and I didn't want to force him. And now... Under the huge surprise, I felt absurd: "Do you like me?" Ethan pointed to the wall full of "trophies," then buried his chin in the hollow of my neck, gently rubbing my skin with his canine teeth. Warm breath hit my neck, his voice slightly magnetically hoarse: "William, I like you so much I'm going crazy." "From the first glance I saw you at a banquet, I wanted to lock you up, strip you naked, and devour you." Me: "..." You are really rough with your words. In consternation, my pajama pants were also pulled down. Ethan let out a mischievous laugh, his hand grabbed: "Mr. Moore, you're hard." Looking at the surprised and teasing smile on his face, I couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his head, and kissed him angrily. The person I like delivered himself to my door with a beautiful face. How could I resist? I'm not a saint. ... ...... 4 When I woke up. The soreness and pain all over my body indicated a fact—— I slept with Ethan, and I was the one topped by him. A bit different from imagination, but the difference isn't big. Got the person I've been dreaming of, doesn't matter if he's on top or bottom. Ethan was still sleeping soundly beside me with his arm around my shoulder, fine black short hair floating on his beautiful eyebrows. I pinched his cheek, then pinched his nose. How can a person look so good? I pulled away his right hand holding me. His hand was also very beautiful, well-proportioned and slender, like warm white jade. A red string was tied on his wrist, appearing inexplicably erotic. Last night he used the fingers of this hand... Even held it up for me to see... He even raised his eyebrows smilingly and said: "Mr. Moore, you are so... wet." F*ck! I dispelled the improper and chaotic thoughts in my mind. The handcuffs on my hand had been unlocked. Just saw a pack of cigarettes by the bedside table. I took one and lit it with a lighter. A little scarlet appeared and disappeared at my fingertips. Gray-white smoke blurred my obscure expression. Holding hands (more accurately, grabbing hands, shackling, interlacing fingers), kissing face and neck, kissing lips, sleeping together... One step to the destination directly. Then what? He continues to be his big star? I continue to be my CEO? "Waking up so early, looks like I didn't work hard enough." A lazy and satisfied voice sounded. A pair of hands hugged my waist, a furry head rested on my thigh. I ignored his dirty talk: "...What time is it now? And where is my phone?" Ethan let go of the hand holding my waist, reached out, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and threw a phone to me. I opened it and thought calmly. Good, it's already ten o'clock. I glanced at the dense photos on the wall, thinking what a pervert, but kept a calm face: "You plan to keep me locked up like this?" Ethan: "Of course not." Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, Ethan said happily: "Mr. Moore, let me be your canary, and you be my sugar daddy, how about it?" Me: "..." Me: "I remember the person who wanted you to be a canary last time had his head broken by you." Ethan said disgustedly and arrogantly: "Who does he think he is? Take a look in the mirror before wanting to be my sugar daddy?" Me: "..." Ethan hugged me smilingly and said: "Only William is worthy of being my sugar daddy~" Me: "..." Ethan: "Mr. Moore, being my sugar daddy has benefits. Don't you want to cooperate with the Zane Corp?" I frowned at him. I did want to cooperate with the Zane Corp on a project in the Waterfront District recently, but the competition was too fierce. After multiple evaluations, I wasn't very optimistic. Moreover, Mr. Jared Zane, the CEO of Zane Corp, looked refined, noble, and gentle, seemingly easy to talk to. In reality, he had a vicious eye, outstanding ability and means, but was cold-blooded and ruthless, a hard nut to crack. He had brought down many prominent families single-handedly. I vaguely heard that he obtained genetic data from an illegal large-scale human experiment organization, went crazy and cloned himself, and then got together with that clone. I feel my mental state is sometimes worrying. But not as crazy as this bro. None of the ethics and morals. Ethan: "As long as there's no problem with your plan, one phone call from me, Jared Zane will definitely choose you!" Me: "..." This is simply turning the world upside down. Since when does a canary give resources to the sugar daddy? I twitched the corner of my mouth: "You have a friendship with him?" Ethan hummed: "I and he are life-and-death brothers! Rounding up, you are his sister-in-law (brother's wife)! If he doesn't help his sister-in-law, who will he help!" Me: "...So the person behind you is Mr. Zane?" Ethan: "More than that, I have too many brothers. Sigh, I'll take you to meet them when I have a chance in the future." Me: "." Ethan kissed me, pushed me back onto the bed again, and said cheekily: "Anyway, it's still early, Mr. Moore, you are on vacation again, let's continue~" Me: "???" I pushed him away coldly and ruthlessly: "Continue your grandpa! Are you a reincarnation of an Energizer Bunny?" My waist is sore and painful now. Do it again and I'll be disabled. Ethan leaned over pitifully, kissed my ear, looked up and blinked his phoenix eyes, asking softly: "Really not okay?" "Mr. Moore~" "William~" "Little William~" "Wifey~" "Baby~" "Just one time, one time okay?" This gorgeous and charming face swayed in front of me. The coquettish voice was gorgeous and deep, with a hint of laziness and fawning. It formed a sharp contrast with the cold, arrogant, and invincible big star image outside. He belongs to me now... Belongs to me alone... And he is the person I have desired for so long... What's the harm in agreeing to him? I closed my eyes, voice with a bit of hoarseness and indulgence willing to sink. "Fine." I saw a flash of successful calmness and smile in Ethan's eyes. The next second, the few clothes left on my body disappeared. Ethan buckled my chin and kissed me. Me: "..." I shouldn't play myself to death... right? 5 Three in the afternoon. Ethan, looking refreshed, carried me, weak and powerless, into the bathroom to shower. 6 The next day. Ethan moved into my house with a matter-of-course attitude. Me: "..."
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