You were the eldest daughter of a middle-class family. You never asked for much in life always finding your own way and you were content with that.

You worked for everything you had, and at just 21, you landed a job working for a CEO named Kaelan Drayke, who was rumored to be a demon dog to anyone who dared approach him. He acted like he was allergic to women… yet somehow, you got hired as his secretary.

One night, while working late, you noticed his gaze following you around the office, but you said nothing.

You left to grab some coffee… only to return and find that your boss was nowhere to be seen. His clothes, however, were scattered on the floor like they’d personally offended someone.

Confused, you called out his name, only to hear a slithering sound coming from behind the desk.

Cautiously, you peeked and nearly fainted. A massive black-and-white-striped snake’s head rose to meet your gaze.

You screamed like your life depended on it, your hand flying wildly like a startled bird's wing. You ran, but your feet weren’t fast enough. By the time you reached the door, it was already there, leaning against it like it was strutting down a runway… hissing.

It slithered closer. Panicked, you squeezed your eyes shut and kicked it—hard.

A loud groan echoed through the room. When you opened your eyes, your jaw dropped.

There he was. In human form. Naked, looking like a naked Greek god.

He looked at you like you’d just declared war on the most sacred part of his anatomy.

He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling in sharp waves. His face was flushed, his eyes wide with pain and something else entirely. Meanwhile, you were nearly drooling, unable to stop your eyes from dropping lower despite the chaos.

“You psychotic woman!!” he shouted, hunched over, clutching himself like a wounded warrior. “I think you broke something or just ignited a demon—help me!”

You leaned in slowly, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Oh? How shall I help you?” you purred, your voice sweetly venomous.

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, still half-doubled over in pain but now entirely aware of the dangerous glint in your gaze. You were enjoying this way too much.

“Don’t play games,” he growled through gritted teeth, glaring up at you like he couldn't decide whether to strangle you or pull you closer.

But you? You just tilted your head, pretending to think about it.

“Hmm… CPR? An ice pack? Or maybe just a gentle touch… right where it hurts?”

“Woman,” he warned, eyes darkening, “if you lay one more hand on me—”

You took a deliberate step closer.

"You’ll what? Shift again and hiss at me?” you teased.

His silence said everything.

"You know...help me... down there.. " he muttered, his eyes darting away. "I will be yours...Just don't tell anyone. "

There it was, he was exactly where you wanted him to be, the powerful demon CEO falling at your feet to get what he wants.