All Chapters of Under The CEO's Spell: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

They went at it like young lovers through the night, reaching for each other underneath the sheets round the clock, the whispers of their sighs creating the right atmosphere. They showered together at 4 am but ended up with Veil being pressed up against the walls of the bathroom, her legs wrapped around his waist.He turned her around so that her back was pressed against him, and lifted both her hands above her head, holding them together in one hand. The shower ran over them, further helping penetration as Anders slid into her easily, her moans drowned out by the sound of the water and the strength of the tiles.They moved back to the room after a couple of minutes, ditching the towel. Their damp skin clung to each other, and Anders caressed her legs with his. He let her ride him too, taking him on a journey and back. He flipped her around and pulled her into a sitting position, with her palms helping her up. He thrummed into her until she pulled at his hair. The sheets were all enta

Anders’ eyes fell wide open and his face whipped back to Veil. His mother must have seen the recent development on social media, but he had never factored in the possibility of her meeting Veil.And even if he had, this wasn’t the exact way he would have envisioned it; not with her half naked, with her face flushed from what he had been doing in between her legs. He tried to think fast, but his mother must have picked up the smell of the toast because he could hear her get closer.Veil said nothing, but her eyes showed how confused she was. She looked from the door to his face, then helped him by getting off the island a second before his mother walked in through the door.She halted abruptly as her eyes took in the scene, a little glint playing in her gray eyes. “I’m sorry for interrupting breakfast,” she gushed, even though Anders knew what she felt was far from remorse. Interest was a much better description. “I should have called beforehand, but I have never met any woman in his h

Veil could count the number of times she had gotten angry in her entire life. She had been displeased about people and their actions a lot of times, but getting to the stage of cold fury was another thing entirely. The first time she had felt that way was when she had gotten news about her father’s illness and the high chance that he wasn’t going to make it.She couldn’t tell who her anger was directed at, but Veil knew that she felt it dripping from her bones. She had felt the dire need to yell at every single person she walked past on the road, to stare at the skies and scream until whoever was there answered her. She had wanted to give up a million times, to just let it all go. Those days were one of the darkest ever.And that feeling was there again, coursing through her veins.Veil’s eyes circled on the one person she never wanted to see again in her entire life, and immediately, everything turned red. He had stepped away from the door, an action brought about by June’s menacing

The second floor was already bubbling with guests when Veil and Anders stepped in, hand in hand. Although he was there with her physically, Veil couldn’t feel him anywhere near her. He was far away, lodged in a deep place in his mind where it was hard to get him out.She had tried on their way there. She talked about her parents and how she missed them terribly, tried to bring Sophia into the single conversation she was having with her, and tried to turn it into a joke, but Anders wasn’t even hearing a word of what she was saying.Veil had given up halfway through the ride, staying in her thoughts until they took the lift to the second floor. The minute they arrived, Veil found herself whisked away by Amanda, who wanted her to meet the members of her band. They’d all been asking about her since the scene with Sophia and Amanda had made them come over to the exhibition.It was like killing two birds with a stone.Veil smiled politely at Amanda’s friends, thinking she would have to put

Sophia still had that innocent smile on her face as she turned to face Anders fully, confusion etched in her eyes. He hadn’t expected any different because she would never have conceived the thought, even once, that he was onto her. She thought him the ideal man who never bothered with anything else as long as his woman was hot, made public appearances with him and was filthy rich and well-known to aid his company. Sophia had formed this notion because Anders hadn’t made her think otherwise. What she didn’t know was that he didn’t even see her. From the very beginning, going with her felt like a chore he was being forced to do. Hell! He would have preferred sitting in his bathtub staring up at the plain ceiling rather than going out to some fancy restaurant opening with her. “You have a business with me right now,” the President muttered. ‘Not her, unless you are ready to apologize. And I’ll remind you, gentleman, that you watch your tone with me. My men wouldn’t hesitate to teach