All Chapters of Rescued by the CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Look, I didn’t plan on kneeing my boyfriend—well, ex-boyfriend now—in the jewels, but he was absolutely asking for it. And, honestly? That knee might have been the best decision of my life. Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t like jumping into bed five minutes after meeting a guy. The world’s gone sex-mad—TV, magazines, social media, you name it—and somehow, my outdated desire to be, you know, romanced has turned me into some relic from the past. So, when Greg Moorcroft decided that "no" meant "try harder," I knew it was time to let my knee do the talking. I threw my drink (whiskey, which I hate) right into his face, and as he blinked through the Johnny Walker Blue Label, I delivered the knee. Now, at first, I was worried I’d missed. I thought, “Wow, are his family jewels made of titanium?” Then he made this pathetic gurgling noise and hit the floor like a sack of regret. I grabbed my coat and bag, jammed the keys in the door on my way out, and yelled, “Don’t mess with me, you turd!

Two weeks later. Since puddle-gate, and the interview with the lovely Violet Smith I got the job. I went home to celebrate with my boyfriend. I say boyfriend, but I hadn’t decided if he was what I wanted in a boyfriend. I’d noticed a bit of a temper when things didn’t go well for him, and although he apologised for losing his temper immediately I just hung back on taking things all the way. He was good fun and charming, but there was just something…Anyway truth will out, and he thought he could help himself to my body. Picture this: a dimly lit restaurant, where the air is thick with the scent of candle wax and garlic. The evening started off innocently enough, with my ex, Greg Moorcroft, trying his best to impress me with his newfound charm. But little did I know that behind that charming smile lurked a devious plan—a plan to take advantage of my vulnerability. As we finished our dinner, Greg suggested we skip the drive home and head to his place for a "nightcap." Now, I'm no prud

Today was interesting, Darius sent me off on a tour of the bank, and it was quite illuminating, Somehow they got hold of puddle-gate, and I was treated as though I'd just scored the winning penalty in the World Cup. It was fun, and I made some friends. Darius had a meeting this morning, but he said it was nothing important and Marsha would cover for me. He'd done a quick and unexpected trip to Beijing as someone there had cocked up. He was totally jet-lagged so he'd gone home. He left me a note on my desk saying he'd see me tomorrow and left me a pile of work to get on with. That was okay. I typed all the emails he had dictated and got them sent off.I left the building at five and got home after six. It wasn’t such a long journey, and I was glad to be home. I have an upstairs flat in a large Victorian house. Decorating was my passion and my home was perfect for me. The flat was mine, I had bought my home thanks to an inheritance I had received from Nan. She always looked after me ver

The next morning, I strolled into the office bright and early, only to discover that I had the place to myself. Mr. “I’m-here-at-six” Graves decided to grace us with his presence at a fashionably late nine-thirty, and boy, did he look like he had been through a rough night. I breezed into his office, armed with a pot of strong black coffee. “Good morning, sir! How’s life treating you today?” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I found him slumped over his desk, his head resting on his arms. “I’ve brought you some rocket-fueled coffee and painkillers. Need me to cancel your morning meetings? You’ve got nothing until 10:30,” I offered with a smirk. Darius raised his sleepy eyes and muttered, “Just keep the coffee flowing, please.” Pouring him a cup, I couldn’t resist teasing, “Hungry? A full English breakfast could be the ultimate hangover cure, you know.” Uh-oh, my joke backfired as my boss stumbled to his feet and made a mad dash for his private bathroom. Deciding to give him some alo

As I ran up the steps from the tube, I made sure to stay vigilant, keeping my eyes peeled. The last thing I wanted was to spot Groliver's red car parked outside my house or even along the way. Who knows what he was capable of doing next, and I certainly didn't want to find out. Darius was an absolute legend! He didn't waste a second questioning "The Groll" and just delivered a satisfying thump. And the best part? He remained kind even when I let out my frustration by yelling at him. It must have been quite a shock for Darius too, having known that man his whole life, only to discover his true colors. But hey, we both handled it like champs. I couldn't help but give myself a well-deserved pat on the back because I'm pretty sure I impressed my boss with my actions against Greg. It's not every day you see someone standing up to a troublemaker, and I made sure I did it with style. Though, despite all the tough times I've faced in my twenty-six years, I never let them define me. They may