CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Chapter 1

When Natalie Smith opened her eyes, it was already 3 a.m.

A man was lying beside her with his face away from her, appearing to be deeply asleep.

Looking at his bare back, she recalled what happened a few hours ago. Just the thought of how he had taken her five times last night had her cheeks blushing a bright red in embarrassment.How does this guy have so much stamina? Ugh... great, now even walking will hurt.

She moved silently away from the bed while struggling to endure the pain shooting through her. Gritting her teeth, she put her clothes back on and slowly made her way out of the presidential suite, taking all her belongings with her. Just as she exited the room, a figure stepped in front of her and stopped her in her tracks.

“So how did it go? Is the deed done?”

It was her paternal half-sister - Jasmine Smith.

“Yup,” Natalie replied with a nod.

“Are you sure he didn’t see your face?” Jasmine pressed urgently.

After all, the man inside the room was supposed to be the chief judge of the Fashion Contest - Sid Luft, a man in his fifties.

Earlier, he promised Jasmine that she would be the winner of the contest, but on one condition - that she had to sleep with him for one night.

she made a deal with

now was her brother, who was still waiting at the hospital for her. That one million would be enough for him

her bag. Handing it to Natalie, she said in

accepted the card, barely glancing at it as she kept it. Not wanting to waste any

money to pay her brother’s medical bills,

She took off her clothes and crawled into bed, carefully settling down

she gave the man a nudge while deliberately whining coyly, “You

voice. His brain was still a little fuzzy from all the alcohol he had imbibed last night. Despite that, he vaguely remembered pinning a woman

bear responsibility for what

rang out in the silent room, sounding particularly pleasing.Wait a

bolted upright in bed and hurriedly turned on the

the sight that greeted her was not that of Sid’s wrinkled old face, but that of a young and extraordinarily

utterly stunned at

-

man before her, Shane had

he emerged, his appearance was meticulously tidy and clean. He walked towards Jasmine as she continued to gawk at this Greek God of a man. Reaching into his jacket, he took out a glossy name card and handed it to her. “My contact number and address are listed

out of a well-defined face. His sharp nose and thick brows complemented his eyes even more, with a gaze that was seemingly capable of