The CEO’s Temptation

" Albert, Please don't leave me !" The young lady pleaded while she followed after a man that was walking away from her.

She was in a white top and a red short skirt that stopped midway her thighs and she wore high white heels.

" I said you and I are done !" The man who was in a black suit hissed back without looking back at her.

The lady rushed towards him and hugged him from the back.

" Albert, You know I love you. But don't dump me." She begged.

If one moved closer to her she was a very beautiful young lady of about early twenties.

Her beauty was mesmerizing yet understated, a perfect harmony of elegance and simplicity. Her eyes, deep and luminous, held the warmth of sunlight filtering through autumn leaves, drawing you in with their quiet intelligence. Long, silken hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering like moonlight on water. She was a real beauty but this man seemed not to care about it. Not the way he was replying to her.

Albert removed her hands from his waist and turned to face her.

His looks were just perfect as well. No wonder he was replying rudely to such a beautiful woman.

He stood tall, exuding a quiet confidence that turned heads effortlessly. His features were striking, as if chiseled by an artist with infinite patience—a strong, defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a mouth that hinted at both mischief and charm. His eyes, sharp and intense, seemed to hold a thousand untold stories, their depth as captivating as a midnight sky. Beneath dark lashes, they glimmered with intelligence and an unmistakable spark of wit.

His hair, thick and slightly unruly, carried an air of casual elegance, as if he'd just returned from an adventure that didn't require perfection but rather authenticity. Broad shoulders and a lean, athletic frame hinted at strength, not just of body but of character.

" Ryan, You knew our dating was just a contract. Now that it's done, Let it go." He said to her coldly.

" I don't care if it was a contract or not. All I know is that I love you and you are the man I should spend the rest of my life with." Ryan convinced him.

Albert shook his head in disbelief. " You are still young, rich and famous. I'm sure there are a number of guys out there who would like to have a very beautiful actress like you." Albert spoke.

" I don't want them. All I want is you Albert." Ryan gushed.

Albert got his phone and dialed in a number.

" Assistant Caleb,…" He stated first.

" Let everyone know that I broke up with Ryan. It should be in the news by tomorrow morning." Albert declared.

Ryan felt her soul melt when Albert spoke this on the call. But Albert looked unbothered.

" I guess that's all. Ms Ryan.." Albert told her and then walked away.

Ryan remained there with much disappointment than she had ever had before.

Her eyes burned with a fire that made it impossible to look away, even if you wanted to. They glistened with unshed tears—not of sadness, but of frustration, of fury so raw it seemed to pulse in the air around her. Her jaw was clenched tight, a thin line replacing the soft curve of her lips. Each breath she took was sharp, as if she were holding back words that could scorch the very air if spoken aloud.

Her eyes blazed like embers, fiery coals that burned with a deep-seated rage. The sparkle that once danced in their depths had been extinguished, replaced by a smoldering fury that threatened to consume her entire being. Her face, once a radiant canvas of joy and laughter, now twisted into a scowl, etched with the pain of betrayal.

Her slender fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into palms as if trying to anchor herself to the shattered remnants of her heart. The gentle curve of her lips now pressed into a thin, determined line, a gash of sorrow and anger that seemed to split her face in.

Her voice, once a melodious songbird's trill, now lashed out like a whip, sharp and cutting.

"How could you?"

she spat, the words tasting like venom on her tongue.

"How could you lie to me, promise me forever, and then shatter my heart into a million pieces?"

She asked and then went back to her car that was right there in the parking.

Tears streamed down her face, hot and furious, as she confronted the wreckage of her love. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, each inhale a fresh wave of pain, each exhale a defiant cry of outrage.

She begun driving the car on a terrible speed.