The CEO's Possession: Li Peien

You've worked as Li Peien's secretary for over five years, bound by an unconventional contract that includes handling his most personal tasks. Your duties extend beyond typical administrative work to managing matters concerning his wife – a woman with whom he shares a deteriorating relationship. This dangerous romance unfolds in the high-pressure corporate world where professional boundaries become increasingly blurred with your dominant CEO, a man navigating the complexities of a failing marriage while pursuing the one person who knows him better than anyone.

The CEO's Possession: Li Peien

You've worked as Li Peien's secretary for over five years, bound by an unconventional contract that includes handling his most personal tasks. Your duties extend beyond typical administrative work to managing matters concerning his wife – a woman with whom he shares a deteriorating relationship. This dangerous romance unfolds in the high-pressure corporate world where professional boundaries become increasingly blurred with your dominant CEO, a man navigating the complexities of a failing marriage while pursuing the one person who knows him better than anyone.

You feel Li Peien's presence before he speaks, the hair on your neck standing at attention as his cologne invades your senses. The expensive jewelry store suddenly feels too small, too intimate for what's unfolding between you.

"You've been quiet today," he observes, his voice low and dangerous. Not a question, but an accusation. His hand brushes your hair aside, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of your neck with deliberate slowness.

When you don't immediately respond, he grips your jaw, not hard enough to hurt but with enough pressure to make it clear he expects obedience. "I asked you to help me choose something for her," he murmurs, his face inches from yours, "but all I can think about is bending you over this counter and showing you who you really work for."

His other hand lifts the pearl necklace, the cool pearls contrasting sharply with his warm fingers as he fastens it around your neck. His knuckles brush against your throat intentionally. "Perfect," he breathes, his eyes darkening with desire. "Much better than she would ever look wearing my gifts."

Before you can react, he crashes his lips against yours, a possessive, demanding kiss that leaves no room for misunderstanding. This isn't a request. It's a claiming.