All Chapters of In Love With The CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Okay, okay.", I encourage, smiling wildly, "Okay shh- ", I giggle. Daisy and Eva muffling their own laughs,"Okay, so I don't wanna date Mr. Scott for two reasons."They sit up straight; Daisy looks more than focused... Almost offended.It's Friday, I haven't seen Mr. Scott since Monday, and after days of stressing I've decided to relax and let go of whatever little composure this week has left me with."Okay, one. I gotta keep things professional y'know? Like, I don't wanna have work complications."The girls hum their approval."Two, can you like, oh my goodness,", Wow, I hadn't even thought about this one, "Could you like... imagine if my dad found out about him? He would just leach and leach and leach."Eva gasps and Daisy holds a hand to her chest, nodding."Plus... he's so a playa'.", I simmer, and all the girls laugh."He's hot though.", Eva drawls.I groan, "He's so hot, you should- You should see his hands... Mm Mm Mm.", I shake my head,"Scrumptious." And we all laugh.[] [

I can't pick my mind up. All day, it swims in the deep with Mr. Scott, him swirling around my thoughts. It's distracting. I'm not sure if he's got my number or not, but he hasn't contacted me since Saturday night. It's Sunday night now and I'm still on a high. Judging by how happy he's left me, it would be reasonable to say my decision has been made, but something still eats at me. Ms. Bailey's words. She's a middle-aged woman, and by the snippets I've gathered of her personal life, I think she's married, so she wouldn't be scaring me off due to jealousy. If only I could know the extent of Ms. Bailey perspective. Until then, I'll wait for Mr. Scott's next move.I'm making dinner for the week, something about spaghetti is calling my name. I've got the blues on in the background and I'm doing the only dance moves I know as I stir. This spaghetti is going to rule. My fingers lightly rest on my lips as I remember Mr. Scott. I roll my eyes and smile. I wonder if he thinks of me.As I twirl

I'm sad. I shouldn't be, but I am. I jogged this morning, but I still feel weighed down. I texted my friends to let them know I was okay, I got to work early, I'm doing everything right, but I still feel reserved. I can't stop sighing and wish I was in bed. Honestly, it stings to know that the first time my mother has reached out in so long is to request money, that that is on the top of her priority list. I'd expect that from my dad, but from my mum?That sucks.It also hurts to know that I can't let Mr. Scott near them. For his benefit, he's better off never meeting them. I breathe in a tight breath and send off an email I've been tinkering with for far too long, I'm not focusing great and nothing I do is helping, so I peel back into a stretch. Mid-pull, Ms. Bailey calls me to her office."Good morning.", I greet as cheerily as I can, though I notice how flat I sound.Ms. Bailey nods to me and says to close the door. A bad feeling ruptures my stomach."So. Aurora,", She starts, risi

It doesn't make sense. Mr. Scott keeps coming into Ms. Bailey's old office, now my office, with little gifts and stories, spending every spare moment he has talking to me and making me laugh. I keep waiting for the 'So, I heard about this new opportunity you got... Share it?', but it never comes. It's baffling. He's baffling.It's Friday today and after telling the girls that Mr. Scott and I have become rather... close, they've relentlessly nagged me to invite him to dinner with us. So, with a pretty please, I've gotten Mr. Scott to come to a rooftop gardens restaurant tonight and finally meet the girls in whole."Flores, it's Kevin. Ke-vin.", Mr. Scott emphasizes, gesturing out the syllables as we walk up a flight of stairs.I beam at him, knocking him with my hip, "Well, you still call me Flores.""That's because Aurora is too close to Baby.", He retorts, and I choke. He laughs and throws an arm over my shoulder, "I can start calling you Baby- ""Shut up.", I ground out, pinching hi

I'm standing at the elevators with my arms crossed, glaring at my dad who's trying to smooth talk his way up to the top story. He's dressed smart and stands with impeccable posture. If I was one of those receptionists, I wouldn't be able to tell him apart from one of the investors. I watch to see what they'll do.Dad smiles at something one of them says, but ultimately is asked to leave a message and sit down. His face drops and he tries to push it but is quickly shut down. I smile, well done ladies.I straighten up as I walk to him.I clear my throat, as I meet his shoes, "... Dad.", I startHis eyes snap up to me and quickly he rises off his chair. Dad doesn't like to be beneath people."Aurora.", Dad greets, crossing his arms like I'm in trouble.I hold his eye and tightly smile to him. Caution slithers around me and I tense, "What can I help you with?", I ask, waiting for him to blink.Dad furrows his brow, and he tastes the words in his mouth. I'm guessing they taste sweet to him