All Chapters of Hey, Mr. CEO! I Am The Mommy Of Your Triplets.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

In the car, Vicky was fixing her makeup when her phone started ringing.“Yeah, Noah.”She gave a subtle glance towards Meer who was sitting beside her in the backseat. He was busy listening to some music on headphones.This was the best thing Vicky liked about Meer. He was not a chatty kind of man and never tried to poke his nose in her business.His tone used to be strictly business and knew when he was not needed by her.“Hey, Vicky. Did you talk to Aiden? Why is he here?”“Of course, Noah. Aiden is here for business and let’s accept it. Elara is very good at baking. She is just there as a baker.”“Vicky. Are you crazy? They are getting back together because of the kids and you are telling me…”“Listen, you shithead.” She quickly looked sideways. Meer’s eyes were closed, and he was swaying his head while listening to music.“I don’t care what you do with YOUR Elara and about HER kids. Aiden is perfectly normal with me and is actually happy that I am helping in his business. And Elara

When Elara's eyes opened, her head was still reeling. The song that she was singing last night kept echoing in her head throughout the night.And then she remembered bits of the last night. How she ended up crying in the car and then decided to visit the bar to get drunk. How she wanted someone so badly who could hold her without being judgmental.And then the presence of Noah beside her. Urgh!Why was he doing that? He once tried to forcefully kiss her in school days too but then she was sane enough to slap him hard.He at once asked for her forgiveness and promised her that this wouldn’t happen again.But last night he did it again. God knows what else he could do if Aiden hadn’t reached on time…Aiden!“Aiden?” she sat up straight forgetting about her hangover momentarily and found herself in an oversized button-down white shirt…This white shirt DIDN’T BELONG to her!And she was not wearing anything underneath. No panties. Oh my God!What did I do last night?She hurriedly went

“So, you talked to him about Vicky? You have become bolder, Elara. Just like Mimi. That was very courageous of you to call him bast*ard!” Thalia started laughing on the call teasing her and all Elara wanted to do was get inside her phone and pull Thalia's hair. “By the way, did you two sleep together last night?” The question made Elara blush to the roots. “No, Thalia. We just snuggled!” Said a heavy voice behind Elara who wanted to die in shame. She was in the kitchen talking to Thalia on the speaker. Shit! “Aww, Aiden. That’s not good. Why just snuggled?” Thalia asked him cheekily and Aiden had to scratch the nape of his neck, “Ask your friend. I am ready for more, but she likes those snuggles!” “Aiden!” Elara screamed at him giving him a warning glare, “Aren’t you getting late for office?” “And aren't you getting late for your bakery?” “I was making breakfast for you.” They both had momentarily forgotten that Thalia could hear them. “And I am more interested in the baked go

The shock on Vicky’s face might be evident because the middle-aged man seemed a little concerned, “Is everything alright, dear?”“Vicky?” Aiden left his seat and walked up to her, to make her sit on a nearby couch, “Bring some water.” he asked Genelia who also looked worried.She quickly dashed towards the office fridge and Mr. Wendell sat beside Vicky, “I was here because I received the call from Aiden asking me about some additional documents. That brought doubts to my mind. I asked my newly appointed manager to send you an email that our meeting is canceled. I had to visit the nearby village as my mom was on death bed. I had to leave urgently. My ex-manager was also there for finance clearance, and he must have heard my orders. He offered me that he would be passing your office in the daytime and could easily deliver the message personally. My mistake. I shouldn’t have trusted him. These are not my signatures. This document is fake.”Vicky was drinking water sip by sip. Her pale fac

Flashback (Elara Smith: 16 years old) I am Elara Smith and the day I turned sixteen, my best friend Vicky Barone surprised me with a cake and a gift. She gave me a bracelet that was made of tiny hearts surrounded by gemstones. “Whoa. This is expensive, Vick.” I didn’t want to have it, but she was as stubborn as a mule, so she held it around my wrist and clasped the lock. “Just shut up. OK? I am Vicky Barone, and I can’t hear a No.” It was an expensive school, and I was there because my father who was a gardener used to work for an elite family. The house next to ours was empty for many years. “Every time, I try to gift you something, you start protesting as if I am asking you to pay for it,” Vicky said bitterly and stood up picking up her bag. We were on the soccer field and were planning to go to a nearby pizza joint to celebrate my birthday. Of course, Vicky was the one who was financing this pizza party. Being the daughter of a gardener, I couldn’t afford such celebration