All Chapters of The CEO's Secrets: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sabrina's POV"How's the new job?" Dylan asks from across the table.The weather is so lovely today. The sun is shining and it's not too cold, which makes it the perfect weather to get frozen yogurt with your bestie and sit in Central Park. This is something Dylan and I always do together on the weekend because it gives us the opportunity to catch up and discuss how our week went.I scoop a big spoonful of chocolate yogurt into my mouth, "It's amazing. My colleagues are great, and my boss is super kind.""He's hot though, right?" Dylan winks at me.I lean across the picnic bench to punch his shoulder. He continues to say that every time I mention Atlas because he wants to know how attractive he is, but I won't give him the satisfaction by giving him an answer."You really have to stop with that," I mutter, "Because no matter how many times you say it, I won't tell you what he looks like."Dylan frowns, eating a mouthful of his yogurt, "You're no fun."I laugh at him, "Pout all

Sabrina's POVAtlas and I have been working tirelessly to prepare for the making of the prototype. We've been in and out of meetings trying to make sure everything runs smoothly. Atlas has been a little tense about having to present the prototype to all the important people in the company. A couple of weeks ago, I thought I overheard some of the board members talking about potentially taking the company away from Atlas. I don't know the context of the conversation or how they would even be able to do that, but now I'm worried that if the prototype isn't a success that Atlas might lose everything.I'm sitting in class, my mind wandering away from my lecturer talking about adverbs and semi colons. Having this new job has been distracting me from my college work. I need to start writing my major piece because I've been putting the work Atlas needs me to do at the top of my list.My pen taps against the top of my laptop as I stare absentmindedly towards the front of the room. The th

Sabrina's POVThe rush I felt after telling Atlas how I really feel and quitting on the spot was exhilarating. I had never felt so in control of my whole life than I did in that moment. The look on his face made me feel bad, but only for a second. In the moment, it felt like the right thing to do.I went home that day and felt somewhat empty. Having been at the company for almost seven weeks , I had gotten into a routine. Sitting at home on a Tuesday afternoon was odd because I would normally be having lunch in the breakroom with my colleagues or Atlas would order in takeaway for us to talk about work. Having to eat a frozen meal alone instead of a fresh meal with a handsome man stings.That night, I couldn't sleep because I couldn't get Ashton out of my mind. I kept asking the same four questions.Where is he? I wonder if he is okay and doing well. Does he miss me? Has he managed to make his dreams come true?I want the answers to those questions so badly because he was the one

Sabrina's POVThe afternoon drags on as I answer calls, schedule meetings and other small tasks Atlas usually asks me to complete. I've had several colleagues ask me why they can't get in contact with Atlas, so I had to send out an email explaining that Atlas is at home sick but will return to work tomorrow.I haven't heard him stir in his office for several hours, so I hope he's okay and is still breathing. I ordered take out for when he wakes up because I know he'll be starving; who knows how long he hasn't eaten for.Just before five p.m. Atlas opens his office door and peaks his head out, his eyes half shut as he searches the area. His eyes open wide when they land on me and he walks further out into my desk space. Atlas looks at me with wide eyes. He has the wool blanket wrapped tight around his shoulders, but the bottom of his torso peaks out from the open space and I have to force myself to not look down there."Sabrina?" He questions, looking at the time on his watch

Sabrina's POVI'm sure it's every little girl's dream to be able to go to a special event, wear a beautiful dress and feel like a princess. Having seen women in movies getting dressed to the nines and feeling powerful in their own skin has always been something I admired and wanted to experience for myself.When I was six years old, I drew a design of a dress I wanted to wear to my senior prom – it was dark green, with a simple wrap across bodice and lots of tulle occupying the bottom half of the dress. I didn't want a crazy dress to wear that had heaps of gems on it or was a funky color. The dress I designed would match the color of my hair and my tanned skin perfectly.My dream dress never became a reality.I never got the chance to go to my senior prom because my parents couldn't afford to buy me a dress. I sat at home alone in my bedroom watching videos my friends were sending me of them having a great night in their beautiful ball gowns.I wanted to feel pretty like them.S