All Chapters of Under The CEO's Spell: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Veil freshened up and slipped into the dress Anderson gave her. The floor-length ink-black gown was an embodiment of elegance and allure. It seemed to be crafted from luxurious flowing fabric that draped gracefully. The silhouette was sleek, accentuating her curves tastefully. Not so tight, and not so free. It was the right size. How did he know her exact size?She assessed her reflection in the mirror and her jaw almost dropped. The dress was way too exposing than she'd have liked. Its plunging neckline left cleaves that she preferred to cover up in the open, and the thigh-to-foot length slit, exposed her tanned legs each time she walked. Why did it feel like this event was mostly to see her naked?She slipped into the pair of shoes and gave herself one last look, then went downstairs to wait for the driver's arrival. She was surprised to find the car already standing by, waiting for her. The chauffeur hopped down and opened the back seat for her. Her eyes went wide as saucers the mo

The city bustled all around them, yet all Veil could think about was the man holding onto her hand so strongly that she couldn’t decipher the emotions behind his dark eyes. She hadn’t done anything wrong, at least none that she could remember. And what was that bold declaration about touching what was his?Anders let go of her hands the minute they reached the rooftop, and he sighed exasperatedly. Running his hand through his hair, he stopped pacing and stood in front of her, towering above Veil. “What the hell do you think you were doing?” Veil’s heart thrashed against her chest as she tried to wrap her head around what was happening. It was just a dance, right? And she could dance with anyone she chose. It was a party, for God’s sake? So, why did it feel like she had committed a great offense?“He asked me to dance, and I…”“And you what?” He cut in, his face red with anger. “You allowed him to snake a hand around your waist like he owns you? Are you that cheap?”The minute Ande

Veil's eyes met the clock hanging above the wall, realizing that she had only been working for an hour. Her feet still hurt like hell even though she had taken off her shoes and replaced them with the pair of slides she found beside the desk.They obviously belonged to Anders, with how huge they looked on her feet. Veil wasn't even sure it was a good idea to have them on, seeing as Anders looked for every way to make her life a living hell.Her ankles were swollen and she desperately needed to lay on the couch beside the desk.“It will be just for a few minutes,” she told herself, getting out of the office chair and stretching her small frame on the couch. It was uncomfortable sleeping in the dress Anders got, but she had no other choice. The couch felt really soft underneath her body, and she couldn't help snuggling into the arms of sleep. Even when Anders walked in an hour later, in his black pajamas, her soft breaths still serenaded the room.Anders stopped by the foot of the stai

The first time Veil woke up, it was with a start. The bright light from the windows was blinding, but that wasn't what made her jump up in a frenzy. It was the thought that she was late for work, and the fear of what Anders would do to her. A ding on her phone caused her to search for it on the nightstand, and she let out a string of Spanish curses when she remembered that Anders had given her the day off. It was 10 am already but she still felt so sleepy so she went to bed a second time. When she got up again, the sun was up, and the rays were shining in through her windows. She rolled to the other side of her bed, stretching her muscles until she decided it was time to get her ass up. Since it had been a while she had the whole day to herself, her house was in a mess. She spent the first hour cleaning up and taking the trash out. Jane was returning to Mexico in a few days and it was imperative she met the house in a sane condition. Exhaustion coursed through Veil's bones as s

Anders brought his car to a slow halt opposite Veil's house and reclined his chair to wait. It was getting pretty dark, but she wasn't home yet, as the lights on her porch were off.“I still don't know what I'm doing here,” Anders muttered to himself as he closed his eyes, counting one to a hundred in his head. His phone rang, but he ignored it. Kingston group contracts could wait for a few hours. He must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next time he opened his eyes, there was another car parked directly on Veil's driveway, like it had every right to be there. His eyes ran over the plates, not recognizing it from anywhere.It was the latest model of the Bugatti Mistral. Anders could tell because he had one of those parked in his garage. It was worth 9.3 million dollars and only the wealthiest could afford it.This piqued Anders’ curiosity. Moving his gaze from the car, he checked the lawn for the rider. He wasn't sure if he had gotten out of the car, but the engine had