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WHO THE FUCK IS THE CEO II
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DAMIAN’S POV “Victoria, fucking Victoria!” I sent my liquor glass crashing on the wall, and it shattered into a million pieces. It had been two days since the shocking revelation. My so-called fiancée, Victoria, was the mastermind behind my near downfall. Unbelievable! I still couldn’t wrap my head around it—Victoria? The CEO of Meridian High Tech Industries? The woman who had been so close to me, who had stolen kisses from my lips, who had claimed to love me, who was starting to get irritated by her jealousy over Lexie? How could I have been so blind? She had been working to bring me down all along, and I had been a fool to fall for it. Why? Was it the stupid title of fiancée that she attached to me? or the fact that we knew each other when we were younger. Apparently all that didn’t matter to her; she was using it to mask her true intentions. I mean, if I were being brutally honest, the whole fiancée thing was her idea; she proposed to me. So why the hell did I keep
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LEXIE’S POV I groaned at the multiple ads that kept playing over and over on this website I stumbled on… “Are you having bad breath? Do you need a quick solution…” the voice over said God know, and of course I don’t a need new freaking toothpaste. What was it with website and ads? First they tell you accept all cookies, which I did because I had no idea what they were talking about, but if they could literally shove their ads into your throat then they would. I had been up all night, as I scrolled mindlessly through the job listings on my phone. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get a laptop now that I had little money, but use it for what? The past few days had left me reeling, and I needed to find a way out-away from Damian, away from Victoria, away from all the drama and just back to the normal life I knew before. But if I was going to leave, I had to secure a job first. How else would I take care of my mother? Or get a roofs over our heads? Jenny wouldn’t mind housing my m
THE CEO’s CONTRACT SUGAR BABY THE VULNERABLE CEO II
LEXIE’S POV “It fucking hurts, a whole lot. That’s the reason I don’t need anyone’s help, including yours. His words pierced through me; I could see the pain in his eyes and how he wrestled with his own emotions, ones he understood and ones he didn't. “Is that it? Is that what you want to hear?” He snapped, and then he let out a long exhale; The smoke from the cigarette escaped from his mouth. “Then talk to me; don’t just push me away. Everyone can’t be the same; just this one time, try me and see. I won’t betray you; I won’t hurt you.” My chest rose and fell at my desperate attempt to get him to see that he deserved better. “And why should I tell you anything? What do you know about pain?” He scoffed. I paused my persuasion for a bit as I allowed his words to sink in. What did I know about pain? He couldn’t imagine it if I told him. Was it the countless times that my mother and I slept without food? Or the numerous times we both worked at restaurants just becaus
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CONTD: HI GUYS! QUICK NOTE: FROM THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE LEXIE’S LIFE WITHOUT DAMIAN. BUT I WOULD BE SURE TO ADD GLIMPSES FROM DAMIAN’S PERSPECTIVE TOO. ENJOY! I boarded the bus to Jenny’s place; I found a seat by the window. As the bus rumbled down the street, I leaned my head against the cold glass. My heart was heavy with the weight of the decision I made. I didn’t want to leave, but Damian didn’t care about me. He never showed me respect, but rather just saw me as a means to fulfil his needs. Why was I even complaining? It was clearly stated in the contract that I would satisfy him sexually, and it wasn’t like I signed it with a gun to my head anyways, and I enjoyed it too. Despite my intentions to be more than just a contract wife, he wanted nothing to do with me. I had made him so irritated that he tore up our contract; never in my life had I imagined that this would happen. Damian would let me go? I would have laughed in the face of anyone who told me that. I ex
THE CEO’s CONTRACT SUGAR BABY WITHOUT HIM II
*************** The next day, I hurried out of my room as I tried to pack my hair into a messy but not so messy bun, while I paced around in circles in the living room, looking for things. I was totally disorganised because I had forgotten that I had to show up somewhere today. Well, it wasn’t my fault, since my presence was almost never requested anywhere in my life; I had never even been invited to something so little as a birthday party. I also hadn’t even searched the location of where I was heading; life without a phone could be pretty hard; I didn’t think that through. I could have sold the phone he bought me and gotten something else. Dumb Lexie! “Jenny, can I use your phone, please?” I asked Jenny, who was looking all crusty and rough as she had just woken up. Her hair was dishevelled, the baggy shirt she wore wasn’t even sitting on her properly, and the minute she stretched, I could see that she had no underwear on. Typical Jenny “Erm. Sure,” she answ
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*************** “Congratulations! You’re four weeks pregnant!” Jenny read aloud from the paper, and she paused in shock; her eyes darted to where I sat on the couch. My hands shook. Landon was beside me, and he was torn between confusion and concerns. He had been the one I fell into his arms at the coffee shop; I was lucky to have bumped into him again. He had saved me twice now, the club and the coffee shop. I should have known the morning sickness, the nausea, and little spotting I found on my underwear. They all pointed to the truth, but I never in a lifetime even imagined being pregnant for him. The words felt like I was being sentenced to death; they sounded heavy and suffocating. “This is bad, Lexie.” Jenny finally found the words to say; her voice was filled with uttermost worry. She was scared, but I wanted her to open and swallow me whole. “You think I don’t know that?” I snapped; the panic in my voice was clear. How could this happen? I mean, I knew how it happene
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