All Chapters of Fooling the CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

If I have a memory about my mother, I vaguely remember. I was so young when my mother and father had their own strokes of life. All I can remember is her face, and that’s because of the single photo she has with me.I was shaking when I held the tiny photo beside the magazine that Angelo had given me. The woman at the magazine looks a bit different than my mother. She’s well dressed and her hair is up to her shoulders. She’s a bit slim as well compared to mom. But seeing her laugh lines and how her eyes spark as she looks at Elijah who’s the center of attention, my senses just came strongly to me saying that this is my mother. “She’s still alive?” I asked myself, alone in my room. “But why would Angelo give this to me?” He said I’m lacking research. For sure he won’t give this to me if this has nothing to do with Elijah. He wants to pursue me to help him have our re

“Stop drinking baby. Your liquor tolerance is not that good.””Hmm-Hmm,” I hummed and shook my head.This should be a good night. After hearing all of that from Molly, I started to get a bit too overwhelmed. I just want to enjoy the moment. Every single drop of what’s right now and not about the future.The group became lesser and lesser as the night went deeper, since some had gone home already while some came out and partied with the people outside.”Should we go home now? You need to rest.”I shook my head again because of Elijah’s unending suggestions.”It’s Saturday tomorrow. We’re fine.” I said and sipped the lemon after a tequila shot.He hissed and groaned lightly watching me being a pain in his ass. I giggled and pinched his cheeks.”You’re drunk.” he said more to himself and not to me.&

My brain stuttered hearing the name he mentioned. That literal moment in your life, where you are stuck between understanding and denial. Like, ‘this wasn’t it.’ ‘This was not supposed to be it.’ But this is my reality.Amelia Hampton. My mother, who’s also the woman who took care of him, right? The woman who I longed for my whole life, took care of someone who’s not his blood. And now, I’m starting to question my existence here in his life.A forced smile appeared on my lips as the tears continued to shed. Without any sob, without any whimper - just plain pain.”Mother. You mean my mother.”Extreme hints of defeat and anxiousness appeared in his face.”There! That question must be worth a million dollars, huh?” I spat bitterly.”Baby-””I don’t want to hear your bullshits!” I shouted when he tried to step

Even after hearing all that from him, something is still lacking. I wanted to ask more questions, I wanted to ask more details. Yet, I didn’t know where I should start. And that just isn't what makes it more complicated, sometimes the past should not be forgotten because that past takes a big part of the future.I wondered, did he really loved me or did he just love the thought of me? The answer? How would I know? I don’t want to ask him. I’m afraid to hear his answers.He convinced me to eat breakfast with him. I am miserably seated on the dining table while he calculates all my actions. When he put the soup in front of me, I asked him questions.”Where is she now?”He sighed and put the spoon in front of me.”I’ll take you to that place when you’re ready.””I am ready.” I said without thinking.He eyed me ser

Days happened so fast. For the span of two to three days, all of those situations happened like a snap. I was still coping up and trying to accept it all slowly and surely. Like what Elijah told me, the past may be a big part of today, but I won’t gamble my future for depending too much on the past. For now, I’ll focus on what’s on my plate. On things that are important. ”Zoey, everything okay?” I asked her. She seemed out of energy as usual. Usually, she’ll be talking to me endlessly like her mouth is not getting tired but now, she’s just spaced out playing with her food here in the cafe.””Yeah.” I narrowed my eyes on her. ”Actually no.” she sulked and put her cutlery harshly. I sighed heavily. I knew it. ”Why? What happened?” She pouted and looked at me. I was taken back by her intimidating looks at me. Don’t tell me I’m the problem? ”Don’t get me wrong, Emma. I’m not mad at you nor anything. It’s just