All Chapters of CEO's obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Marcus’ POV  Location: Cosmo nightclub, London.    I stumble out onto the veranda and into the fresh air.  My head is spinning.  I’m not used to this much booze.   The Board of Directors were against me today.  I’ve always managed to talk them around.  Today I failed.  Failure doesn’t come easily to me.  No, I’m not a rags to riches case, I fight to win because my childhood was a persistent competition.  To be better, to do better, there was no stopping my father obliterating every ounce of play, fun or innocence out of my childhood.  If I did well today, I had to do better tomorrow.  In my adult life, I’ve coped with any set-backs in my life by letting off steam in the gym, doing a punishing workout, but today I decided to call on some of the reasonably tolerable members from Chess, the gent’s club I frequent, for a night of bar hopping.

Chapter 3 Marcus’ POV  Daylight.  My god what time is it?  It’s Sunday right? Ugh, I remember now.  I got way too drunk last night.  Shit – what happened? Well, I’m in bed.  I’ve still got last night’s clothes on.  I remember going with the guys to Cosmo.  I remember whisky chasers.  Bad idea.  I remember being sick on the rooftop.  I remember a woman.  I remember her handing me a pill and some water – shit, was I spiked?  Then all I remember is getting into a taxi.  I start to sweat at the vague memories.  But I’m here, and I feel weirdly ok.  Tired, but ok.  I should be worse considering what I drunk last night.  I’m not used to binge drinking. The woman came home with me in the taxi!

Marcus’ POVJake’s investigations have turned up very little about the mysterious woman who brought me home from Cosmo Club last Saturday night.  I’m not surprised.  How do you go about tracking down a nameless woman from the crowd of a London nightclub?  This incessant nagging in my brain to find out who this woman is, is becoming somewhat of an obsession.  I find myself losing focus several times a day, trying to recall more details.  Bits of conversations have come back, but only a vague outline of her face and features.“Your 12.30 is here Mr Mowbray” says my secretary, Linda, interrupting my thoughts.“Thank you Linda, please show her in”.I’ve scanned the basic details of the personnel file on our top sales rep this year, but my mind isn’t on the details as it would usually be.  I turn from the window in readiness to greet her, as I’m met with a radiant smile a

Marcus’ POV The taxi drops me off at the front entrance of the office building.  It’s a crisp but sunny autumn day, and the light is shining through the glass of the building.  It’s one of the nicer skyscrapers in the city, and I’d never really taken much time to reflect on the beauty of this glass giant.  I felt totally relaxed after my lunch with Lowri.  Tony’d had to order a taxi for us as we’d gone through the bottle of red wine easily.  I’m not surprised we’d gone through the bottle as it was 4 o’ clock!  We’d been 3 hours at lunch! I’d cleared the afternoon of appointments in any event, but my plan was to get a few hours of paperwork done after meeting with Lowri.  I have to admit to myself that her company was very enjoyable, and I hadn’t relaxed like that for a long time.  Last Saturday didn’t count, as I considered that totally reckless behaviour.  God only knows what would’ve happened to me last Saturday night ha

Lowri's POVI'm slightly lightheaded as I pack back at my hotel room in readiness for my 7pm train.  I'm feeling what can only be described as "good vibes" after what was the tastiest lunch with really very good company.  I think I was expecting a stuffy , snobby, executive type, but no, Marcus is a witty, funny, interesting man, and that'll teach me to pre-judge a situation!As I'm bobbing around the room, I pick up my straightners by the full length wall mirror and catch a glimpse of myself....I'm grinning like a cheshire cat and I have glowy red cheeks!  I pause for a minute, and sit myself down ........I think I should get myself a strong coffee when I reach the train station before I get carried away with the good feelings I've experienced on this trip.....I realise I've been pondering on thoughts of Marcus ever since lunch, and I just cannot deal with a crush right now.  Thank goodness I leave for Cardiff tonight, hopefully it's just a fleetin