All Chapters of CEO on the island: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zack’s POV I remember my grandma’s love story she always told me when I was a little kid and I still admire it to this day, hoping one day to have a similar story like hers. It was one hot summer when grandma was on vacation with her family in Miami. She met my grandfather at the grocery store he worked at during summer break. The moment her eyes fell on him, she felt an instant connection, like the two of them belong to each other. It was love at first sight, and both of them knew that. She spent the entire vacation with him until the day came when she was supposed to return to Spain. But she didn’t. She stayed in Miami and married her soulmate. My grandma gave up her life in Spain to stay with a stranger she only knew for a month. I just know the bond between them was strong enough to make her stay. Well, unfortunately, I never had the love story I was dying to have. I ended up having the wors

Riley’s POV I smiled at the bartender as she placed the lemonade glass in front of me. “Add the bill to room 325,” Luciana told the bartender, who nodded and turned around to serve other customers. “Dinner is on me,” I chimed in and she threw me a warning glare, but I ignored her by taking the straw between my lips and taking a sip of the fresh lemonade. We took five minutes arguing about who would pay for the drinks and Luciana settled it with a game of rock, paper, and scissors. The winner pays. And I lost. “So, Riley, what made you come here?” She tried to open a conversation, and I didn’t mind it. It was better than spending time with Zack, who always made me horny. Even with the rules, I suggested making winning easier for me; I felt like I wanted to lose just to feel what’s sex was about with Zack. Can you blame me? He looks like a Greek god with his sculptured face and toned body. He corr

Zack’s POV“How are you doing, Zack?” Lucy asked, worry seeping in her brown eyes, replacing what I thought was anger—why would she be worried?Two years passed with no contact—no texts, or calls, not even a single sign of her. She vanished… she vaporized into the thin air.“And why do you care?” I asked back, and she tore her gaze away, walking away from me, knowing I would follow her—and she was right, I followed her.“I always cared about you, Zazzy,” she answered, and I rolled my eyes at the nickname she gave me since we were kids.She glanced at me as a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “But… you left when I needed you, Luce,” my desperate voice stopped her, realizing I wasn’t following her anymore.“You don’t remember,” she murmured, turning around to face me. “You don’t remember coming to my place, asking for money?” I knitted my eyebrows, running through my memories for the last time I’d seen her. The distorted memory flashed in my hea

Zack’s POV I stared at Riley through the tinted glass, watching her smile as she went hard on the dance floor, dancing like there was no tomorrow—I tightened my grasp around the glass of champagne, noticing how the other men looked at her. Her dress wasn’t even helping to cover anything, and every time she rolled her hips, the silky material of the dress rode up more on her thighs.  It only took her two shots to get that drunk and follow Lucy to the dance floor—getting out of her skin. “You look like you want to murder someone,” Javier’s sarcastic voice made me finally lift my gaze off her, looking at him as he peered through the tinted glass. “You didn’t mention Lucy was here?” He trailed off, moving his gaze to mine—trying to make sure I was okay, also waiting for me to open up. “We made up, and it turned out I was the wrong one…” I paused, turning my focus to Riley, who was still dancing with the same energetic

Zack’s POV “Riley!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, about to grab her, but I was late as her body fell over the cliff—falling into the endless darkness. My eyes flew open and quickly fell on Riley, who was sleeping peacefully in my arms. Her head was on my chest, probably hearing how loud my heart was beating for her—she had one arm wrapped around me, her leg was between mine. A sigh escaped my lips, and I tightened my arms around her, inhaling her intimidating smell. She’s safe—I saved her yesterday, and she’s safe now. I kept chanting in my head as the memories from yesterday played again.  I know if she woke up and realized I spent the night in her bed she would panic, but in my defense, I tried to leave after she fell asleep. She didn’t let me go as I thought she would. Instead, she tightened her arms around me and I fell asleep with her in my embrace. The most peaceful sleep I ever had until that ni