My Dominant CEO

Vasti felt lightheaded—she really couldn't handle much alcohol. When she finally made her way to the bathroom, someone had already locked themselves inside.

Great, she muttered under her breath, leaning against the wall. After a couple of minutes, she gave up waiting in silence and knocked. "Hello? Are you going to be much longer?"

No one answered, at least not directly. But she could have sworn she heard a muffled moan. Curious—and a little annoyed—she pressed her ear closer to the door. This time, she caught a man's voice coming from inside.

Oh, come on… Seriously? Vasti pleaded, her patience wearing thin. "Guys, some of us are actually desperate here!"

Vasti wasn't naive. It was obvious—some couple had turned the nightclub bathroom into their own private suite. Typical.

What an inconsiderate thing to do! Vasti thought.

The sounds inside shifted: clothes rustling, a zipper being yanked up, and then the door finally swung open. A tall, stunning blonde stepped out, her lipstick smudged and her eyes bold, casually wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Vasti didn't need to ask what had just gone down.

Way to kill the vibe, the woman scoffed, bumping Vasti's shoulder as she breezed past.

Spare me! Vasti thought, making a face.

Oh, please, she muttered aloud, finally stepping toward the bathroom—only to freeze when she found herself staring into a pair of unmistakable green eyes.

She blinked. "You've got to be kidding me!"

The man studied her with that lazy, crooked grin, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes gleaming with something between arrogance and contempt.

You just never quit, do you? the man said, his gaze raking over her in a way that made her skin crawl. The smile stayed cocky, but his eyes were pure disdain.

The shock wore off fast, and Vasti snapped her jaw shut, brow furrowing as she glared at him.

What's that supposed to mean? she shot back, her own look loaded with annoyance.

He scoffed, scanned the hallway like he couldn't believe his luck, then locked eyes with her again.

I can't stand women who act clueless. If you're that desperate, just say so. No need to play games—or stalk me.

For a second, Vasti could only stare at the man, dumbfounded, completely floored by his nerve.

What the hell are you talking about?! she yelled. "Are you out of your mind?" Maybe he was—after all, thanks to him, she'd lost her job. "Because of you, I got fired! And for what? Just for accidentally bumping into you?"

She shook her head in disbelief while he arched a smug eyebrow. Vasti didn't let up.

And now, as if that wasn't enough, you're accusing me of stalking you? She laughed, sharp and mocking, giving him a slow once-over. "Just so you know, I'm here with a friend—someone who actually knows the staff here. This nightclub is our usual spot. I only came tonight because I needed a break after some arrogant, self-absorbed jerk fired me for