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Mr. CEO Wants Me 016
I had just finished showering and was sitting on my bed in my pajamas, wrapped in my blanket, because I had nothing else to do. The room was quiet, and for the first time in a long day, I actually felt relaxed. But then, my phone started ringing loudly on my nightstand, and when I glanced at the screen, my heart skipped a beat.Nick.I just stared at his name, watching the phone vibrate, waiting for it to stop because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to answer. Then it stopped.I let out a breath, but before I could even think about why he was calling, it rang again.I bit my lip, still staring.Then it stopped.And rang again.At this point, I knew he wasn’t going to give up, so I sighed, grabbed my phone, and finally answered. “Hello?”For a moment, there was silence, then his voice came through, deep and smooth. “You took your time.”I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me. “Maybe I wasn’t in the mood to talk.”Nick chuckled softly. “And yet, here we are.”I shook my head, but be
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Mr. CEO Wants Me 017
I barely had time to open my mouth before Nick leaned forward slightly and answered for me.“She’s my employee,” he said smoothly, as if that alone explained everything. “We work together in the same company, and she’s—”His mother cut him off with a knowing smile. “Nick, I hope you are not trying to do one of those thing where you brush past something important just because you don’t want to talk about it.”I couldn’t help but glance at Nick, and to my surprise, he looked amused, not irritated. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head, but before he could speak again, Jessica turned her attention back to me.“You know,” she said, her voice light, but there was something teasing in it, “Nick hardly ever brings anyone home, so we were quite surprised when he just walked in with you like it was the most normal thing in the world. I can count on one hand the number of ladies he’s brought here over the years.”I felt my stomach twist slightly at her words. I had no reason to feel uncomfortabl
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Mr. CEO Wants Me 018
After meeting his family, I had been spending a lot of time with Nick, so much time, in fact, that I was beginning to wonder if people at work had started to notice. Not that it was a problem, not that we were doing anything wrong, but there was just this feeling inside me, this little voice in the back of my head that kept whispering that maybe, we were getting too close.And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Every time I told myself that I needed to set some boundaries, that I should slow things down before it got too complicated, I would find myself right back beside him, laughing at something he said. He had somehow become a part of my routine without me even realizing it. I wasn’t sure when it had started feeling normal to spend my evenings with him, to look forward to his texts, to feel happy whenever he was around, but it had. And that was what scared me the most. Because if I had let it happen without even noticing, what else was I letting myself feel?And the worst part w
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Mr. CEO Wants Me 019
Nick had texted me earlier in the day, inviting me for lunch in his office under the excuse of discussing work. I knew better, of course. Work was just a reason. He wanted to see me, and if I was being honest, I wanted to see him too.So when lunch break came around, I hurriedly made my way to the executive floor, trying not to look too eager, even though I knew my heart was betraying me with its steady, nervous thumping. The elevator ride felt almost routine now, from the smooth hum to the soft chime on each floor, it had all become too familiar. I had been here too often, more than I ever thought I would, and yet, my pulse still quickened as I stepped out and walked toward his office.When I stepped inside Nick’s office, the scent of food mixed with his cologne filled the air, and I suddenly became hyper-aware of everything, his sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms, the way his eyes lingered on me as I walked in, the tiny smirk playing on his lips.“I wasn’t sure you’d
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Mr. CEO Wants Me 020
I was still trying to steady my breathing, still struggling to focus after everything that had just happened between Nick and me. Not to mention, one of his hands was still resting demurely on my thigh.“Tracyyyy!” Emma’s voice was frantic, making my heart beat even faster. “Where are you?” she asked. “You need to come to the hospital now.”“What?” I exclaimed, my fingers tightening around the phone. “What happened? Emma, what’s wrong?”“It's Dad.” She said before taking a sharp breath, and in the background, I could hear voices, and movement. “He had a—something happened,” Emma continued, and I could tell she was trying to stay calm, but the way her voice cracked at the end made my blood run cold. “He collapsed. We rushed him to the hospital. The doctors are with him, but they won’t tell us anything yet. Mom is losing it. You need to come.”My mind went blank for a second, my entire body freezing up. My dad. My dad was in the hospital. My dad, who had always been strong, who never le
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Mr. CEO Wants Me 021
I still felt solemn with everything that had just happened, but now, after hearing the doctor say that my dad was going to be okay and after seeing his state of being, there was finally a sense of relief, even though none of us had fully relaxed yet. My dad was still lying in the hospital bed, looking exhausted, his face paler than usual, his eyes tired as he glanced at all of us. My mom was sitting beside him, holding his hand in both of hers, like she was afraid that if she let go, something would happen again. Emma and Ella stood close together, and I could sense the tension in their shoulders, the way their arms were still wrapped around themselves, like they were trying to hold in all their emotions.I was still standing near the bed, my fingers gripping the edge of the mattress, staring at my dad like I needed to memorize every detail of his face, as if I had almost lost the chance to. He gave me another small smile, trying to lighten the mood. “You guys are acting like I died,”
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Mr. CEO Wants Me 022
The days I spent at home with my family felt like a mix of emotions, relief, happiness, and a little bit of worry all wrapped up together. After everything that had happened with my dad, I knew I couldn’t just leave right away. I needed to be there, to take care of him, to make sure he was really okay, to see with my own eyes that he was taking his medication and getting enough rest. At first, I thought I would only stay for a day or two, just until I was sure he was stable, but then a day turned into two, and two turned into the whole week. I knew I should have left earlier and gone back to work, but I couldn’t. My family needed me, and besides, Nick had already given me some days off, so I let myself stay a little longer.My dad was getting better, slowly but surely. At first, he was still weak, still tired most of the time, still needing to sit down a lot and avoid too much movement. But with each passing day, I could see the improvement. He was eating better, talking more, even ma
Last Updated : 2025-03-12Mr. CEO Wants Me 023
I got to work very early in the morning, much earlier than I usually would, mostly because I wanted to get settled back in after being gone for so long, but also because I was excited to be back. Even though I had loved spending time with my family, and I had enjoyed every moment of taking care of my dad and being surrounded by my mom and sisters, there was still something about returning to work that made me feel like I was stepping back into something that was a big part of my life.And, if I was being honest with myself, a big part of the excitement was because I would finally get to see Nick again.I had missed him more than I thought possible, and even though we had talked on the phone a few times while I was away, it hadn’t been enough. Hearing his voice through a speaker wasn’t the same as seeing him, standing next to him, talking to him face-to-face. I wanted to see the way his expression changed when he talked, the way his eyes darkened when he was thinking, the way he ran a
Last Updated : 2025-03-12
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Mr. CEO Wants Me 088
The marketing floor was a hive of activity as I stepped out of the break room, the soda can cool in my hand, its fizz still bubbling against my nerves. The hum of printers and the clatter of keyboards filled the air, but my mind was locked on Torres’s revelation—Suzan accessing a backup file after Marcus’s login, her phone call.I wove through the cubicles, my cream slacks brushing softly, and headed toward my desk, ready to check the Reid Corps follow-up reports. But before I could sit, Mr. Lawrence’s voice cut through the noise, calling from the conference room doorway.“Ms. Bennett, a moment, please,” he said, his gray suit impeccable, his expression stern as always.Beside him stood Ms. Carver, a board member known for her piercing questions and zero patience for delays.My stomach tightened—board members didn’t drop by for casual chats.I nodded, setting my soda on my desk, and followed them into the conference room, the glass walls giving a clear view of the bustling floor.Clar
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The first rays of dawn crept through the blinds of Nick’s apartment, painting faint stripes across the hardwood floor where I stood, stretching my arms above my head. I’d stayed the night, the warmth of his bed and the memory of our closeness lingering, but sleep had been restless, I kept thinking about the workstation we planned to check tonight. I wore one of Nick’s T-shirts, the hem brushing my thighs as I padded to the window, the city waking below in a soft haze of light. My coffee mug steamed on the sill, and I sipped it, the bitterness grounding me as I braced for the day.Nick stirred behind me, his footsteps soft as he joined me, his arms slipping around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Morning, Tee,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, his breath warm against my neck. “You’re up early. Thinking about our mission?”I leaned into him, his solidity easing the knot in my chest. “Yeah. I keep replaying everything—Suzan’s email, Jordan’s attitude, that coffee shop.
Mr. CEO Wants Me 086
The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the park near Haven Enterprises, where I’d slipped away to clear my head after the archive room meeting. I sat on a wooden bench, the faint rustle of leaves and distant laughter of kids on a playground softening the edges of my thoughts.My phone rested in my lap, a text to Ella half-typed: “Coming this weekend with Nick. How’s Mom holding up?” The Suzan-Marcus email weighed on me, a knot of suspicion tightening with every new clue, but I needed a moment to breathe, to reconnect with family before diving back into the mystery. I hit send, watching a squirrel dart across the grass, and let the park’s calm settle over me.Ella’s reply came fast: “Mom’s stressed but hiding it. Dad’s being a stubborn mule. Nick’s coming? OMG!”I stood, brushing off my green dress, and headed toward the office to grab my bag. The park’s peace lingered, but Suzan’s guarded face and Jordan’s evasiveness crept back, sharpening my focus. Torres’s workstation logs wo
Mr. CEO Wants Me 085
The deli across from Haven Enterprises was a small haven of noise and warmth. Its checkered floor was scuffed from years of foot traffic, and the air was thick with the smell of pastrami and fresh bread. I pushed through the glass door, the bell jingling, and spotted Nick at a corner booth, his broad shoulders hunched over a menu, his tie loosened in that way that always made my pulse skip. The lunch crowd buzzed around us—office workers, delivery guys, a mom wrangling two kids—but as I slid into the booth across from him, the world narrowed to his blue eyes, steady and warm, locking onto mine.“Hey, Tee,” he said, his voice low, a smile tugging at his lips. “You look like you’ve been chasing ghosts all morning. Brew & Bean turn up anything?”I set my bag down, leaning back against the vinyl seat, the tension in my shoulders easing just a fraction. “Not much, but enough to keep me curious. The barista mentioned a regular—a guy in a hoodie, who works late in the back. Could be Marcus,
Mr. CEO Wants Me 084
The morning air was sharp as I stood outside Brew & Bean, the coffee shop Torres had pinpointed as the source of Marcus Reed’s off-site login. The neon sign flickered lazily above the door, the pink glow struggling against the hazy grey light of dawn. A steady stream of early risers bustled past, their conversations blending with the hum of traffic and the occasional whoosh of a passing bus. The scent of roasted beans drifted through the open window, rich and earthy, weaving into the cold breeze that tugged at my coat.I hadn’t slept much—maybe three hours at most—but adrenaline had kicked in the moment my alarm went off. I’d come early, before heading to Haven, hoping to catch something—anything—that might explain who had used the coffee shop’s public Wi-Fi to tamper with our mock-up files. A familiar face. A name dropped accidentally. Even a strange look exchanged across the counter. Something.My breath puffed visibly in the cool spring air, and I tightened my scarf, peering throug
Mr. CEO Wants Me 083
At noon, I saw Jordan’s familiar frame walking out of the break room, a lunch container in hand, heading toward the small garden terrace on the third floor. I grabbed my salad from the fridge and followed at a distance, giving him a few minutes before joining him.The terrace was quiet, the spring air crisp, with just enough sunlight breaking through the overcast sky to warm the concrete benches. Jordan was seated near the far end, scrolling through his phone and picking at a sandwich.“Hey,” I said, keeping my tone light as I sat across from him. “Mind if I join?”He looked up, a flash of surprise in his eyes before he nodded. “Sure. It’s your building, too.”I tried not to flinch at the sharpness in his tone. “Just wanted a bit of air. And maybe some company.”He shrugged but didn’t say no. I let the silence hang for a few beats as I stabbed my fork into the lettuce, trying to make it look casual.“Listen, about yesterday,” I said, watching his face carefully, “I didn’t mean to come
Mr. CEO Wants Me 082
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the marketing floor of Haven Enterprises, the familiar hum of printers and chatter greeting me. My heels clicked against the polished floor, and I adjusted the strap of my bag.David was at the coffee machine, wrestling with a jammed filter, his usual grin replaced by a scowl. “Morning, Tee,” he called, spotting me. “This thing’s out to ruin my day.”I laughed, setting my bag down at my desk. “Not unless it involves unplugging and praying. Rough start?”“You have no idea,” he said, finally yanking the filter free, coffee grounds scattering. “Torres kept me up late with his theories about that mock-up glitch. The guy is like a dog with a bone. Have you heard anything new?”I leaned against my cubicle, keeping my voice low. “Not yet. He’s supposed to update me and Nick today. Something about Marcus Reed’s login. You think it’s an inside job?”David wiped his hands on a napkin, his eyes narrowing. “Marcus was weird, always by himself, neve
Mr. CEO Wants Me 081
The city lights blurred past as Nick’s car wound through downtown, the hum of the engine a soft counterpoint to the quiet between us. I leaned against the window, my cheek cool against the glass, the buzz of the bar’s laughter and karaoke still echoing in my ears.The Reid Corps win felt like a triumph, but the weight of Jordan’s defensiveness and Marcus Reed’s ghost login clung to me, a puzzle I couldn’t solve tonight. Nick’s hand rested on my thigh, warm and steady, and I glanced at him, his profile sharp in the streetlights, his jaw relaxed but his eyes focused on the road.“You’re thinking too loud,” he said, his voice teasing but soft, breaking the silence. He squeezed my thigh gently, glancing my way. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, Tee?”I smiled, shifting to face him, my hand covering his. “Just everything. The deal, Jordan, Marcus. I keep trying to connect the dots, but it’s like I’m missing half the picture. And then there’s Mom and Dad. I need to cal
Mr. CEO Wants Me 080
Torres stumbled back to the table, waving a hand dramatically. “Okay, okay. I murdered that song. Who’s next? Hannah? Clara? Tracy?”“Nope,” Clara said immediately, holding up her hands. “You’re on your own, Torres.”Hannah laughed. “I’ll go if Tracy goes with me. Duet?”I coughed into my drink. “Oh no. You’re not dragging me into your karaoke crimes.”“Oh come on!” Hannah whined playfully. “You can’t just sit there looking all mysterious and cute. We’re supposed to be bonding!”Everyone turned to look at me, faces full of encouragement. Even Nick gave me a side-eye smirk like he was daring me.I groaned. “Fine! But only one song.”The table erupted in cheers, and Hannah bounced up, grabbing my hand. “Let’s go before you change your mind!”Nick squeezed my knee under the table one more time, a silent good luck, and I followed Hannah reluctantly to the machine.“What are we even singing?” I hissed.Hannah grinned wickedly. “You’ll see.”I should’ve known better.A few seconds later, th
