All Chapters of THE CEO'S MISTAKE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Riella's POVI was nervous.I could feel the sweat pouring out from my open pores and sticking to the clothes I had on. It was starting to get very itchy and comfortable and I was desperately trying not to tug at the sleeves of my dress. The fringe of my raven dark hair wouldn't stop sticking to my forehead due to the sweat.I was a mess.Letting out a dissatisfied groan at the turn of events, I pushed myself off my well-made bed and walked toward my full-length mirror which occupied the downright corner of my room. I was clad in a black long-sleeved dress that stopped a few inches before my knee. The dress hugged and accentuated my sides and curve in such a way that made me look…sultry. The sleeves of the dress poured down around my wrist in an onion bulb style.My makeup was already smeared due to the sweat and the way my nerves and spines were shooting up now and then was already starting to irritate the hell out of me.Cocking my full hips to the side, I took my time to look thro

Harrold's POV.There was something about New York City that just always managed to excite me. It could be the buzz, the thriving, the excitement, the shops, the weather, or the people moving about.It could be just about anything that fascinated me really.I had always lived in Miami, Florida far from New York but when I decided that It was time for me to build my empire and rule the world, I had Damien sit down with me while we looked through cities.Somehow, New York had just fascinated me and I found myself choosing it.Now, here we were.“Do you have any special qualifications that you would need your PA to possess?” I had almost forgotten that Damien was with me in the car. Majorly because he was always quiet. But today, he was even quieter and didn't even say a word when I talked about the buzzing city like I always do.“You say?” I asked him even though I had heard him.“I'm very sure you heard me the first time, man. But just in case you are starting to develop ear problems, I

Riella's POV.Five seconds.Five whole seconds and I was still standing on the spot, my eyes glued to the man seated on the seat, behind the desk.Harrold Williams.Rich, fine, smooth, and creamy skin, doe-shaped brown eyes, well-structured nose, and sexy as hell lips…a face that screamed art stared at me. His raven dark hair mirrored mine, straightened in a style that made him look so hot and stirred the urge to run my hand through it.What the hell?“G-good morning, sir.” I snapped out of my fantasy just in time for him to raise a brow at me, questioning.“It's already noon.” That was his monotone reply, face pulled into an impassive expression as he watched me.And god damn his voice.Deep. Firm. And Sexy.“I'm sorry, sir.” I exhaled and straightened up properly. “Good afternoon, sir. I'm Riella Monroe, your newly appointed EA.” I introduced myself formally.Leaning back into his swivel chair, he sent me a smile that almost made me drool. When he beckoned at one of the chairs befor

Riella's POV.“What are you wearing?” Carolyn's voice had my head whisking toward the door where she was standing, poking her head in. Her face was pulled into this dissatisfied frown as she watched me.My eyes did a slow crawl over her.She was donning a black jean bum short matched with a pink bustier which left ample stomach flesh on display. I went ahead to check out her feet which were clad in pink kicks.Her hair was pulled into a ponytail atop her head while her face was done into smokey-eyed makeup that made her look extra good.“Clothes.” That was my simple response to her question as she eyed me slowly.“I know that, doofus!” She hissed as she started to make her way into my room as she owned it. “I'm asking why you have that beach skirt on. We are going to a club and not the beach, Ella.” She complained.I looked down at the three-layered multi-colored beach skirt I had on which I had matched with a yellow top tied at my midriff.“What's wrong with this?” I threw my hands o

Harrold's POV.I climbed down the stairs, taking one step after the other. I could hear the loud chattering coming from the dining room and that made me hasten my footstep toward there.“Good morning, house.” I pulled back a chair and took my seat. Matilda who was seated opposite me placed her mug of whatever back on the table.“Good morning, Harrold.” She sent me a wink before grabbing her cutleries again to eat what was on her plate.“Hm, good morning boss.” Damien sent me a mock bow that had me chuckling lightly.James walked in and poured me a cup of coffee, added some toast, and placed it before me. I ate immediately while still conscious of the time.“Dad praised your efforts when we spoke yesterday. You must have done a very nice job.” I started, flickering my gaze toward Matilda who was now busy looking through something on her phone.“Of course, he would.” She shrugged like the compliment meant nothing to her. Then, she looked away from her phone at me. “Listen, we will be go