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In the Mind of CEO Armando's Temptress

She has a desirable future. He has a dark past. ** Maya Smith, an innocent 22-year-old part-timer counselor in McKnight Company and Bright Future Academy. What happens when she is asked by the CEO of McKnight Company to put all her focus on helping his son who is expected to be the best Co-CEO of the company? Armando McKnight, for reasons best known to himself, left the army and came back home. Every person close to him is happy that he is back home, but there is a catch: Armando is no longer the same person they used to know. As there has been no luck from different therapists and counselors, hope for Armando is placed in the hands of innocent counselor, Maya Smith. One look at Maya Smith, and Armando McKnight swears to wipe that smile off her face and chase her as he has done with other previous therapists and counselors at least that would make his father stop thinking of making him take complete control over the company. ** What happens when Armando McKnight yearns to see more of Maya’s smile every day? What happens when Armando discovers that all along his only friend, one of the mafia bosses is behind his family's misery? With dark secrets, distrusts, and nightmares. Can love between two completely different people blossom or will it die before it even begins? *** OTHER WORKS: THE DROWNING ALPHA THE FATE OF THE CURSED ALPHA FEMALE BRENDA: MY SHINING LOVER ALPHA MARINA'S DYING MATE AND THEIR HUMAN BETA Photo not mine will take down if the owner requests.

kerryn · Urban
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#DARK
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#MAFIA

I Swear, It Was Her Tone

{ARMANDO}

Maya's glare shut me. She breathes out, "get into the fucking car, McKnight!"

I am not a weakling. I am not!

I am not a weakling. I am not!

So, why the fuck am I driving Maya's car to her home?

I blame her tone; I blame her face. Don't forget her top.

Her tone reminds me of Blake's. How he used to reprimand me when I did something wrong.

I have tried my best not to stare at her through the rear-view mirror. I don't know if I am dreaming, but I can feel her eyes on the back of my head. Moreover, I am embarrassed because I said nothing after she told me to get into the fucking car.

I only walked with my tail between my legs and asked her to get at the back of the car with her mother, and that is how I am here, fucking driving.

God damn it!

As if the night wouldn't get any wrong.