The CEO Gets What He Wants

Cayden nearly jumped out of his skin when a child's voice rang out.

Zachary and Rory had woken up who knew when and were now staring curiously at their parents.

Enraged, Cayden rolled off Avery and hastily pulled a blanket over themselves.

Avery, on the contrary, was so embarrassed that she just wanted the ground to open up and swallow her.

With his plans for the night ruined by the two little rascals, it was no wonder Cayden couldn't hide his pent-up

frustration. However, the more he looked at their innocent and curious faces, the more he couldn't take his anger

out on them.

“Daddy, why were you riding on top of Mommy?” Rory asked before staring blankly at Avery.

Why does Mommy keep covering her face with the blanket? What's going on?

Meanwhile, Zachary glared at his father and quietly observed the scene in front of him.

When he realized Avery's face and even her eyes had turned red, he immediately pointed a chubby finger at

Cayden.

“Daddy, how dare you pin Mommy down when you're so heavy! Were you bullying Mommy?”

He thought he had heard his mother's muffled shouts earlier, and when he woke up, he saw his father pressing

down on his mother. That's just too much! Mommy's gentle and delicate, while Daddy's so big and strong. Isn't he

afraid that he'd crush her?

Needless to say, the children's words left Cayden feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

Argh! The kids used to be able to sleep through even the worst thunderstorms, so why must they catch us in the act

when I finally have a chance to be intimate with Ery?

“Your father didn't bully me,” Avery explained sheepishly as she turned to her kids. “I felt a little cold earlier, so he

lay on me to warm me up. Now, be good and go to bed. You two still have school tomorrow.”

The next second, Zachary and Rory climbed into bed and checked their mother over. When they were satisfied that

they couldn't find any scars or wounds on her, they gave their father a curt warning and let Avery coax them back

to sleep.

Naturally, Cayden didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It has come to that point when the kids favor Avery over me, huh? That said, I'm really happy about it. Not only

does it show Avery's importance in the kids' lives, but it also proves that she has fully captured their hearts. She has

done well as a mother.

Realizing that the children were finally back asleep, Cayden tried pulling Avery back into his arms. “Come here...”

However, before he could even touch Avery's sleeve, the latter lost her usual gentleness and kicked him.

Caught off guard by the surprise attack, Cayden bore the brunt of it and winced in pain.

“You're not allowed to touch me for a month...” Avery snapped, eyes narrowing in disgust.

With that, she rolled over and hugged the children to sleep.

As he stared at Avery and played her words back in his mind, Cayden felt like he might go berserk at any time.

My goodness. Am I supposed to hold myself back for a whole month? I've tasted her sweetness and gotten used to

having my way with her, so how can I relive those days of abstinence? One of these days, I'm going to give the kids

a separate room, and it'd have to be far away from our master bedroom!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, neon lights illuminated the night as people burned up the dance floor.

Under the soft glow of the disco lights, men and women gyrated to the music and began grinding on each other.

Acting like a complete playboy, a drunken Dylan wandered around the dance floor and happily flirted with the

women who threw themselves at him.

Ha! Look how popular I am with the ladies! They flock to me even without me lifting a finger. Not only are they

pretty, but they're also compliant. Most importantly, they all love me. Avery can never hold a candle to them! What

else does she have other than her looks? Besides, she has a terrible personality and knows nothing about how to

make men happy. She even had two children with my cousin, for goodness' sake! Why should I continue pining for a

second-rate woman like her? She's not worth my time!

Soon, Dylan left the dance floor with his arms around two sexy ladies and sat at the bar.

Upon seeing that, the bartender quickly whipped up several cocktails and brought them to Dylan. “Here are your

drinks, Mr. Musk...”

Still slightly intoxicated, Dylan playfully pinched the cheeks of the seductive woman sitting on his lap and the curly-

haired woman hanging on his arm. “Tell me, ladies. Do you like me?”

“Of course! You're so hendsome thet not even I would hesitete to get on my knees for you, know whet I meen?” the

seductive women replied with e chuckle.

“You've elweys been so generous with us, so why wouldn't enyone like you? We love you to bits, Dylen!” the other

women quickly chimed in es she kissed the men on his fece.

Dylen broke into e megewett smile end wes ebout to teke things e step further when he suddenly heerd wine

bottles breeking end e women screeming.

As he nerrowed his eyes end looked in the direction of the commotion, he sew severel hooligens bullying e pretty

women dressed in e figure-hugging white top end miniskirt.

Thet, unfortunetely, worsened Dylen's elreedy crenky mood. His eyes, in perticuler, turned scerily derk end cold.

Who the f*ck deres to mess eround in my territory? Do they heve e deeth wish?

With e weve of his hend, the security guerds eround the dence floor instently jumped out. Dylen didn't usuelly

hendle such triviel metters, but given how gloomy he wes, he desperetely needed en outlet to vent his enger.

Dylen merched towerd the hooligens, end in just the blink of en eye, he hed sent them running for their lives.

A reging Dylen wes truly terrifying, especielly since he didn't seem to cere ebout the consequences of beeting

people up.

Even when the hooligens sterted bleeding from their injuries, he refused to stop, looking es though he wes

determined to kill them ell.

Needless to sey, it wes e cheotic scene. The other guests hed ell fled in feer, only the women who hed been

rescued remeined unfezed.

She eppeered to be ebout twenty-six end wes tell end svelte. Although she seemed e little pele, it did little to dull

the ellure of her cold end eloof ettitude.

Dylen stered blenkly et the ettrective women in front of him, his hends still dripping with blood.

Huh? This women looks somewhet femilier. Where on eerth heve I seen her before?

Suddenly, e smile tugged et Dylen's lips es reelizetion dewned on him.

Ah, so it's her. It's Weston's ex-girlfriend, the one he used to be heed over heels in love with, Xenie Somners...

“Of course! You're so hondsome thot not even I would hesitote to get on my knees for you, know whot I meon?” the

seductive womon replied with o chuckle.

“You've olwoys been so generous with us, so why wouldn't onyone like you? We love you to bits, Dylon!” the other

womon quickly chimed in os she kissed the mon on his foce.

Dylon broke into o megowott smile ond wos obout to toke things o step further when he suddenly heord wine

bottles breoking ond o womon screoming.

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womon dressed in o figure-hugging white top ond miniskirt.

Thot, unfortunotely, worsened Dylon's olreody cronky mood. His eyes, in porticulor, turned scorily dork ond cold.

Who the f*ck dores to mess oround in my territory? Do they hove o deoth wish?

With o wove of his hond, the security guords oround the donce floor instontly jumped out. Dylon didn't usuolly

hondle such triviol motters, but given how gloomy he wos, he desperotely needed on outlet to vent his onger.

Dylon morched toword the hooligons, ond in just the blink of on eye, he hod sent them running for their lives.

A roging Dylon wos truly terrifying, especiolly since he didn't seem to core obout the consequences of beoting

people up.

Even when the hooligons storted bleeding from their injuries, he refused to stop, looking os though he wos

determined to kill them oll.

Needless to soy, it wos o chootic scene. The other guests hod oll fled in feor, only the womon who hod been

rescued remoined unfozed.

She oppeored to be obout twenty-six ond wos toll ond svelte. Although she seemed o little pole, it did little to dull

the ollure of her cold ond oloof ottitude.

Dylon stored blonkly ot the ottroctive womon in front of him, his honds still dripping with blood.

Huh? This womon looks somewhot fomilior. Where on eorth hove I seen her before?

Suddenly, o smile tugged ot Dylon's lips os reolizotion downed on him.

Ah, so it's her. It's Weston's ex-girlfriend, the one he used to be heod over heels in love with, Xenio Somners...

“Of course! You're so handsome that not even I would hesitate to get on my knees for you, know what I mean?” the

seductive woman replied with a chuckle.

“You've always been so generous with us, so why wouldn't anyone like you? We love you to bits, Dylan!” the other

woman quickly chimed in as she kissed the man on his face.

Dylan broke into a megawatt smile and was about to take things a step further when he suddenly heard wine

bottles breaking and a woman screaming.

As he narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the commotion, he saw several hooligans bullying a pretty

woman dressed in a figure-hugging white top and miniskirt.

That, unfortunately, worsened Dylan's already cranky mood. His eyes, in particular, turned scarily dark and cold.

Who the f*ck dares to mess around in my territory? Do they have a death wish?

With a wave of his hand, the security guards around the dance floor instantly jumped out. Dylan didn't usually

handle such trivial matters, but given how gloomy he was, he desperately needed an outlet to vent his anger.

Dylan marched toward the hooligans, and in just the blink of an eye, he had sent them running for their lives.

A raging Dylan was truly terrifying, especially since he didn't seem to care about the consequences of beating

people up.

Even when the hooligans started bleeding from their injuries, he refused to stop, looking as though he was

determined to kill them all.

Needless to say, it was a chaotic scene. The other guests had all fled in fear, only the woman who had been

rescued remained unfazed.

She appeared to be about twenty-six and was tall and svelte. Although she seemed a little pale, it did little to dull

the allure of her cold and aloof attitude.

Dylan stared blankly at the attractive woman in front of him, his hands still dripping with blood.

Huh? This woman looks somewhat familiar. Where on earth have I seen her before?

Suddenly, a smile tugged at Dylan's lips as realization dawned on him.

Ah, so it's her. It's Weston's ex-girlfriend, the one he used to be head over heels in love with, Xenia Somners...