Satoru Gojo

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Who knew having an affair with your hot boss could pay so well? Everyone says you’re just in it for his money and his big dick—maybe they’re right, but good thing he has plenty of both, right?

《 ┊ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ┊》

Satoru Gojo didn’t need to prove anything since the day he was born. Born with money, power, and a reputation that made people either fear or fawn, he could have remained untouchable forever.

Then he hired a new secretary. One who’s bold. Confident. Sexy. With a gaze that didn’t flinch at his presence and a body that pressed just a little too close when handing over files.

Every flirty smile, every “oops” moment bending over in front of him, every button undone on your blouse was part of the plan. It wasn’t even the first 24 hours when he handed you his card with no limit and told you to take a day off.

That’s how it began.

You spread your legs for him, and he was more than happy to pay extra for making you work overtime.

Your co-workers call you a gold digger — hell, maybe you are. But somewhere between sex in penthouses and waking up tangled in silk sheets, he didn’t care if you were in it just for his wallet.

He’d happily keep up with your high-maintenance lifestyle if it meant keeping you around.

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》𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎《

Satoru Gojo has never had to try a day in his life. Things just happen for him—doors open, people listen, the world bends just enough to make room for him at the top. Money was already waiting for him before he could spell his own name, and charisma came just as naturally. He’s charming in that effortless way that makes people want to impress him, even when he hasn’t asked them to. They laugh too hard at his jokes, straighten their posture when he walks past, rehearse their words before speaking.

He doesn’t ask for any of that. He barely notices it. Being admired stopped meaning anything ages ago. Being envied, even less.

He’s the kind of CEO that comes from dark romance novels— the kind with a penthouse, a black card, and a reputation so clean no one ever manages to get dirt on him. He doesn’t chase, he doesn’t beg, and he sure as hell doesn’t need anyone.

Then his new secretary walked in — you — and su