All Chapters of CEO's Only Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Carina decided it was time to find her husband. Aside from the brief time they spent sitting next to him at dinner, they split up to meet each other's partners for the rest of the night. She hummed to the tune of "I Get a Kick out of You" under her breath, checking around the room but couldn't spot him in the crowd. She decided to go down the elaborately carved corridor. Maybe he went to the bathroom.Her heels echoed against the shiny marble floor. The sounds of the music had faded, and she studied the pictures on the wall with delight, whispering to herself when she found one she recognized. Her footsteps carried her around the next corner into a gallery-like room filled with old bookshelves, their bindings only carefully displayed. She held her breath as her itchy fingers caressed the old leather cover and enjoyed the crackling sound as she flipped open the pages of a book steeped in history. "Ah, so in order to get your attention with me tonight, should I turn into a book?"She

"Congratulations, Eric. Carina told me you're newlyweds. It's hard to get yourself back into the business, isn't it?" "Sure." His head lowered. Her breath hitched as his lips brushed the lobe of her ear, and his nose nuzzled into her ear. Her nipples had hardened and tingled. She prayed her bra would hide the evidence of her body's betrayal. Michael followed the gestures without hiding his amusement. "Richard seems to think you're the perfect man for the job. Perhaps we could schedule a meeting to review your ideas.""Thank you. I'll call your secretary and arrange an appointment." She had noticed the obvious perfunctory in his tone, and knew that Michael noticed it too. Eric wasn't playing definitive business, he was too arrogant to be exact to pick up his phone and call for an appointment. "Very good." Michael took her hand and planted a kiss on her palm. "Nice to meet you, Carina." His Italian accent caressed her name. "I'm having a dinner party with some of my close friends two

Carina sat at the table and faced her parents. Her hands trembled with joy and relief as she pushed the check across the warped kitchen counter, covered in happiness by a plastic sheet of yellow sunlight. "Eric and I want you to take this to pay off our debts," she announced. "There won't be any arguments or protests. We've been talking about this for a long time, and we're lucky to have that much money. We want to share. It makes sense. is very big to us, so please accept this as a gift from us."The identical stunned expressions on their faces brought stinging tears to her eyes. How many nights had she stayed awake, feeling guilty for not being able to help her parents out of their difficult financial situation? Like her siblings, she hates helplessness suffocating her. She had decided to make a deal with Eric and her overwhelming emotions right now were worth it. This is a payment for safety and security, for her family to alleviate a deep pain she has struggled with since her fath

Eric made his way through the bookshelves by himself. A certain guy in black clothes is reciting poetry into the microphone, talking about the connection between flowers and death. The scent of coffee mochas hit his nose, the sounds of a flute and the faint howl of a wolf drifted into his ears. All his impressions were on his wife.Her ebony-black hair fell loose and wild behind her shoulders. Her black-framed glasses really accentuated her blue eyes, which widened slightly to her surprise as she watched him approach. The sweater hugged every inch of her attractive breasts, then fell loosely around her hips. A tight black mini skirt stopped at thigh level. At the second glance, Eric corrected his opinion, the skirt was much shorter than he had previously thought, because that piece of fabric was quietly pulled up in a comfortable sitting position. her and now it can barely cover her. Knee-high black leather boots fully complemented her outfit. Those strong Amazon legs of hers were wra

Anna snorted. "One thing is for sure, you and I will do it right away without thinking, because we will never pass up a single chance. But Al is different. He feels happy just by just doing it. share - he doesn't need the glories of publishing His poetry has been printed in several magazines, and he even joined a group of critics but all of them are for others rather than for himself. That's our problem too, brother. It's always been like that.""What?""We're the only ones to take. I guess it's partly because of our unhappy childhoods." They both watched Carina as she escorted the guests out the door with her usual sense of humour. "But Al always finds a way to do the opposite. There's nothing he wouldn't be willing to do for others."Anna suddenly turned to face him. Her eyes shone with the menace he remembered seeing as a child. Her fingers pointed directly at his chest. "A warning for you, man. I love you so much dear brother, but if you hurt him, I'll kick your ass myself. Got it