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MOONLIT DESIRES: THE CEO’S DARING PROPOSAL


Chapter 1 Give Me A Man "Have you ever had s*x, Bethany? It's amazing, you
should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young! Or, you can always
'play' with yourself. Don't be shy. I highly recommend dabbling in p*rn while
you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little
wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as
soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed
in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this
earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet, let alone
have s*x. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany
suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her-perhaps due to the
copious amounts of alcohol she had partaken. Bethany sat up in bed as this
strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she licked her dry lips
and grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was
blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar
surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me
p*rn recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch something dirty." Seconds later,
she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play
ignorant! Either send me p*rn or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." She even
playfully added a kiss emoji at the end. After hitting send, Bethany waited
expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to
get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too
much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man
to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the
door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just
taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing
nothing but a black silk robe, exposing several dark numbers on his sunken
collarbone. Bethany could clearly see his well-defined abdominal muscles,
disappearing into a defined V-line. Because of his tall and strong frame, he
towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was
partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and
detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey.
"Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a
pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his
rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of
wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was
thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. She was wearing a white
nightdress, which further ignited the man's desire. It was obvious that Jonathan
Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a
lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but
all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man.
Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a
handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't
remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates
in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company,
Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she
had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked
up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight.

Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany
woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep, his strong arms wrapped
around her in a firm embrace. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her
neck, making it hard for her to lie still. She stirred slightly, only to feel a
stinging pain between her legs, sobering her up completely. As her drunkenness
dissipated, clarity returned. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her
boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated
herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed
her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room.
Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found
that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates.
No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan
Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high
school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to
add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who
had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her
fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the
fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and
sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone
and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from
Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a
random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who
she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since
Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to
her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and
went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into
her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss
additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit
loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities
assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's
private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing
her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand.
Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith
insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and
checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming.
Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man
surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He
had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit.
His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he
listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby,
he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was
well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved
and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the
very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to
recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had
kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it
all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep
with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to
notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is
there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched
Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her
head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of
people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his
secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those
numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went
completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's
where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention,
including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and
headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and
together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked
Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr.
Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something
sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation
meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room
has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's
the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were
from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them.
"Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in bed?" she
suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. "He's tall, so I bet
he's big 'down there,' too!" Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies about how
good he was in bed were exaggerated, but as for his size... It was indeed quite
big, though since it was her first time, she had no one else to compare it to.
Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate
thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her
brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She
quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the
project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ......
==== As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request
shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive
any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he
could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was
certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please
consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next?
Available chapters here are limited, click the button below to install the App
and enjoy more exciting chapters (Automatically jump to this novel when you open
the app) Chapter 1 Give Me A Man "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy
while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something
dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had
a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep.
However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee
Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all
her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man
yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany
suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in
bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed
her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she
couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her
best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some
recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later,
she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play
ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After
hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with
crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell
suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all,
Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would
she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr.
Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping
wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and
strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His
handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as
indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast,
staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her
sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next
second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the
sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was
happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was
obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson
Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was
to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first
time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe
sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing.
Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that
they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant
at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever
believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds,
she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the
moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the
morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was
so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie
still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as
saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms.
Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to
the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell
happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she
had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly
texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of
Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class
monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as
friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but
he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild
hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such
a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm
herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school
chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced
her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded
from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it
wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by
the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these
precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The
next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had
to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net
value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded
replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the
investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend
for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to
the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came
downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the
replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract.
His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear
you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of
people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk
robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were
slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his
secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even
spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the
business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He
didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around
him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man
in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so
passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh,
my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for
just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice
Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there
such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched
Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her
head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of
people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his
secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those
numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went
completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's
where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention,
including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and
headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and
together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked
Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr.
Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something
sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation
meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room
has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's
the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were
from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them.
"Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she
suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was
speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany
suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She
shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She
blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly
flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project
contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a
simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of
adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films.
However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer
a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain
she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider
it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? Available
chapters here are limited, click the button below to install the App and enjoy
more exciting chapters (Automatically jump to this novel when you open the app)
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