Semua Bab Under The CEO's Spell: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Veil returned to work the next day with a bright smile on her face and a spring in her steps. She said hello to the doorman who beamed at her in response. He wondered why she was at work that early. It was barely 6 am and Anders hadn't gotten to work yet. Attributing her reasons to the cause of her excitement, he wished her a beautiful day and went on about his business.Everything sparked to Veil, even the usual grumpy receptionist at the front desk. She waved as she sauntered into the elevator, hitting the button for the 16th floor, and leaning on the wall. The doors opened in a minute and she strolled up the hallway to her office.It was a plain space and although Veil had thought about decorating a few times, Anders’ demeanor made her chicken out of it each time. The space was exactly the way she had left it, folders properly organized on one side of the table and a computer on the other. But there was a card right beside the computer, looking out of place. Veil knew that the las

The silence has returned, but this time, it was way more awkward. Veil couldn't stop thinking about the implication of what Grandma said, how her eyes had regarded her, nudging across something that Veil thought she should have figured out already. But she was clueless. It felt like a gaping hole in her mind that needed to be filled soon.Anders, on the other hand, had put aside what plagued him earlier that day. The short ride with Veil had done something he couldn't place his hands on. Although he wanted to attribute it to Grandma and her worrying, Anders knew he started to feel better before they had even arrived at the restaurant.Now, as he picked up a fork full of lasagne, he regarded Veil from underneath his lashes. She looked deep in thought, a crease on her forehead and a faraway look in her eyes. She drew circles with her fork on the empty side of the plate, but Anders was just grateful that she had at least gotten over the dread of eating with him.Or maybe she didn't make

It was all a buzz – a bunch of hungry bees swarming in the air, intent on finding their prey while the sun was still up. He tried so hard to focus, adjusting himself a million times on his high-backed chair. His black pen looked like the most interesting thing before him, and he swirled it in his hands, scoffing when it got stopped by his ring.Flinging to a corner caused a clatter, barely audible to the rest of the room. But Veil was right beside him. Although her head didn’t lift off her sheet, he felt her eyes on him, confused, surprised. Anders found it pretty easy to read her, except when she was stuck inside her head.Like earlier that day, at the restaurant. He still hadn’t gotten it out of her, and for some reason, he doubted that she was going to say anything.Someone cleared his throat noisily and asked a question about the report that was on the screen. Anders tried to pay attention – to turn to the screen to decipher whose department’s turn it was. He needed to find the i

Her dress bunched up around her waist, and the cool air of the conference room caressed her thighs. But that coolness was quickly replaced by the heat left in the wake of Anders’ hands as he trailed her skin with one hand while the other was buried in her hair.Veil arched her back when his lips left hers, planting themselves on the curve of her neck, biting, tasting. He savored the taste of her skin against his tongue, relishing in the thought that forbidden fruits tend to taste the best. Every part of Veil felt like it was being thrown into a source of electricity, as the sparks flew around. She trembled in his arms, shocked at the sensations his tongue could elicit out of her. He kissed nerves that Veil hadn't known existed until that day, and released every tension in her bones.Her toes curled up again when his hand left her hair, toying with the zipper that held her dress in place. All it would take was one yank to get it out of the way, and Veil anticipated it. He returned hi

Veil was livid the moment Simon stepped out of the conference room. She hadn’t been able to say a word while he was inside because she doubted it would have made anything better. And besides, he hadn’t looked like he was any interested in whatever she had to say.Watching the emotions pass through his eyes broke her to bits. Simon was the only person who had made her comfortable working here on her first day, and it was unfair for him to be treated that way. She wanted to rush after him to explain that it wasn’t exactly what he had seen. But then, what else was there?She had no excuse for what he had just seen.“You didn’t have to treat him that way,” she strongly opined, glaring at Anders. “He only wanted to get his pen and was made to confront what he hadn’t bargained for. He was stunned and confused. The least he needed was some sort of explanation.”“And what would you say?” Anders shot back, angry that her naivety was getting the better of her and more furious that he couldn’t b