The CEO . . Mr. Brian's eyes brightened, and he leaned forward, his fingers tapping continuously on the desk. "So you want me to sell the five percent share of Beckham Construction that I own to you?" he asked, a striking energy in his voice. He seemed to have more to gain than me."Yes," I said firmly, my lips tightening and my eyes narrowing slightly. "And what do I get in return?" he asked with a wide, mischievous smile. That made my skin crawl, and I couldn’t help but hate it "10 percent of Twinkle Company. Twinkle is the biggest jewelry brand in the country, pulling in higher revenue than Beckham Construction. I’m also offering a larger share. I think that’s a pretty good deal," I said, hardly masking the eye roll and the tightness in my jaw as I spoke Mr. Brian waved off the offer with a heedless manner. With a cold, measured glare, I said to Mr. Brian, “It would be wise to rethink my offer.” I tapped my hand against the table. “Or perhaps you can come up with something b
The toy...My eyes widened as I stared at his beautiful face, partially lit by the disco lights. His eyes bored into mine, quickening my heart. For maybe three seconds—maybe more—we stood staring at each other as though it were a contest—the first to look away fails. The bright lights, and the loud music around me—all quickly disappeared into oblivion. And as usual, my weak heart disappointed me, and I averted my gaze.Damon gripped my hand, and my pulse rate hiked. Warmth, one I needed not to feel, traveled from my point of contact to my heart, offering delusional comfort. I struggled to release myself from his grip, but his grip tightened, and he pulled me closer, our bodies mere inches apart. I breathe in his cologne.His warmth.Damon yelled, “Follow me.” He turned around and pulled me, paving the way among the crowd with his tall, broad physique.Leading me into a private room. The silence relieved me from the raging sound from the previous spot. The neon light that decorate
The toy...Stretching on the bed, I yawned. I noticed Damon wasn’t on the bed. I reached out for my phone to check the time, and it was 10 a.m. He’d probably gone to work. The regret I anticipated last night came rushing in. I sat on the bed—my knees to my chest—already weak and tired.“Morning sunshine,” Damon greeted, leaning shirtless on the door frame. My body jerked and my gaze shifted to him. My eyes lingered on his body, admiring every contour of his sculpted body. Quickly, I turned my face away as I felt my face turn crimson and hugged my body tighter.“Breakfast is ready; come on.” Damon pulled me from the bed and led me to the kitchen.I settled in the dining room, and he sat next to me. The butler placed the breakfast—pancakes, omelets, and hot dogs—before us.Damon opened the juice, filled my cup, and then dug into his food.Slowly, I stuffed my mouth. My thoughts were still heavy in my mind. Every action, every glance, and every accidental touch only immersed my heart
The CEO . . My eyes were glued to my phone, barely paying attention to the man rambling on in what felt like a completely pointless meeting. All my messages were left unread, and I couldn’t fathom why she insisted on me calling her Aria. What was wrong with Binky? I scoffed, my brows knitting together. "Mr. Wesley," the data analyst called out, his chin held high and a tiny smile on his lips. "What do you think about the project?" he asked. I didn’t need to listen to him fully; from the start of his presentation, I could already tell it was trash. Yet, he seemed to think he had delivered something groundbreaking. "Trash," I called out. His eyes widened and his smile faltered. I leaned back, wrapping my fingers around each other. "I said it's trash. He blinked, looking taken aback. "May I know why sir?” He questioned, stuttering. I sighed, shaking my head. "Firstly, your data analysis is all over the place. You didn't even consider the most recent market trends. And your pro
The toy..My phone's incessant pinging grated on my nerves, fueling an annoying heat in me. I stared at the screen as expected; it was Damon. Every three hours, he’d blow up my phone with calls and texts. I put the phone in silence and hid it beneath the pillow.The shower stopped, and Eliana came out, a towel tied around her body. “If you don’t do something about it, he’s going to keep disturbing you.” She had been staying with me for some days now. I sighed and turned restlessly on the bed. “Better still, block him.” Eliana sat on the bed.I rose to a sitting position.Thoughts of Damon crossed my mind. The bed carried so many memories. I dug my fingers into the bedsheet. A part of me wishes Lucy never showed me the diary; I should have continued living in the delusion—I was happy.A bloody war was going on in me—me wanting to let him go, the other begging him till he accepted me. None seemed easier. Eliana burst into laughter. “When did you become such a reckless romantic?” Sh
The CEO..The air was always thick around the house, but it was much thicker today. Maybe it was because my father’s voice was sharper than usual. With a deep inhale, I opened the door and walked in. My footsteps echoed, merging with the pounding of my heart—how I hated this house.I nearly bumped into Lucy. Her eyes were filled with panic. My expression hardened; I already knew what was about to happen.In the living room, my father sat on a single couch, four hefty men standing behind him, each gripping a bat, an iron pipe, and a steel rod. I sighed, the sight all too familiar, and braced myself for yet another confrontation.My father cleared his throat, his voice laced with disappointment. "Why do you keep wavering between being a failure and a Wesley? Is this perhaps the consequence of weak blood flowing through your veins?”I stood there without a word.With a cold, disdainful gaze, he continued, "Lucy has told me everything. You even left the house. Damon, I thought you would
The CEO..It was barely up to two weeks, and she was already back here—the hospital. I sat on the chair outside the emergency room. My heart pounded in my throat, and my sweaty palms clasped together. My eyes widened, and I froze as they rolled my Binky out of the emergency room. She lay on the bedside trolley, her pale face barely visible under the oxygen mask. Blood seeped into the bandages around her head and her clothes.Tracy covered my eyes with her hand. “You don’t have to see her,” she advised.I pushed her hand away. “I need to.” The medical team surrounded her. Their urgent movement knotted a tie in my stomach.“We need to take her to the surgical theater,” the doctor stated.I scurried behind them and gripped one of the nurses. “What’s happening?” I asked with a strained voice.“Severe head trauma, possible internal bleeding. We need to operate on her immediately.” The nurse walked away, her words tightening my throat. I smacked my forehead again and again.Tracy caugh
The CEO...My chest tightened as my heart pounded panic into my system. Desperately, I battled with the rope. I had to be set free; I had to protect her. Each futile attempt only led to rope digging deeper into my skin and blisters forming on my skin.“That’s not going to happen,” Tracy stated her voice firm. The clicks of her heels against the floor mingled with the tension. “He’s coming with me.”“How’re you going to do that?” He inquired. My father’s tone mocked her. “Last time you abandoned him.”Another tension brewed between them. Hatred, anger, and pain filled the air; no wonder it was always thick.Tracy inched closer and stared up at him, her gaze unwavering. “You see, Williams, everyone has changed; you are the only one still stuck playing god in your delusional world.” Her demeanor changed completely; it was cold. My father flinched at her words. His throat visibly tightened. “Tracy,” he yelled, but it sounded different—not the way he yelled my name when I disappointed h