All Chapters of Being With Mr. CEO (book 2): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zoey's POV I really thought I could do this but I am so wrong. Dead wrong. I am only seated for a few minutes and I already want to bolt. The man who fucked up my life is sitting directly across from me. His expensive cologne is which is already infused with the cool AC drift to tease my nostrils ever so often. I subtly press my thighs together shamefully ignoring the heat that is there. Goosebumps slow erect on my exposed skin and I can feel my mouth starting to go dry. I frown when my hard nipples brush against my bra. No, you hate this man! You're just slightly aroused because you can't find dem damn batteries for your vibrator. Satisfied with that I exhale softly and slowly as I gain back control over my body. I can feel his eyes drilling into the side of my face but when I glance over at him he is looking up front. Prolly, it's just me. I swallow painfully blinking back the memories that slowly flood my brain once agaon. I tremble slightly hating the sudden temperature dr

Zoey's POV "Yeah, I'll be there tomorrow," I say to Tracy who is on the other end of the call. Realizing how stupid I was being ealier I called her a few minutes ago to explain my abrupt absence today. I told her that I had preferred to work from home, which is not entirely a lie plus I'm not ready to disclose my planned resignation just yet. I have to find a whole other job first. "Thanks, goodbye." "So?" Jaz ask as she sip water from the huge plastic cup. We're currently sitting at a small quiet coffee shop not too far from the hospital Ethan works at. "According to her she had no idea the company was even sold until he came in this morning. Apparently some shareholder twin whatnot sold their part of the company to Xavier," I say before munching on my cheese sandwich. I moan lowly, enjoying the spicy cheese and crunchy bread that melts in my mouth. She makes a stank face at the mention of Xavier before fanning me off, "Per favore. I'm not talking about Mr. Big Bucks, I'm taking

Zoey's POV I prop my aching feet up on the footstool, my tired eyes lazily stare over at the large tv embedded on the opposite wall. The bright screen blur as my drosey mind wander back to the impromptu staff meeting today. I never even got a chance to tell Tracy that next week is probably the last week that I'll be working for her, for Stephen Enterprises. I really want to give her a heads up before I turn in that damn resignation letter, just haven't gotten around to do that yet. I've worked at that place for around four years, that's four long years of me putting in enormous amount of work to help keep the company afloat. As they say though, all good things must come to an end. It truly will be a bittersweet moment if I choose to quit. My stomach churn uncomfortably just thinking about it, I haven't even start looking elsewhere yet. I stiffle a yawn placing the back of my cool hand against my hot mouth. You know I'm not taking over the company right? It's just a partnership, I

Zoey's POV "So Xavier Danvers huh?" I hear Ethan mumble. Despite him trying to keep his voice at a neutral tone, I can still hear the subtle hint of distaste wooven in his words, even in the heavy traffic chaos he is currently trying to maneuver through. Instinctively, I swallow. Heat slowly creep up my spine despite the cool ac that is blasting out of the air vents. Quick flashes of Ty and Xavier chatting from earlier fill my mind. Tyler had been eagerly showing his father all evening, the simple game he had managed to finish create a few days ago. We had both shared a laugh at how enthusiastic the kid was... I bite my bottom lip to keep the joyful memories a bay. "I already told you..." I begin, but my words trail off into a dry gulp. Turning my gaze from the bright city lights, I face him. His features glow under the dim light of the car, especially the obvious tick in his jaw. "I know," Ethan cuts me off with a sigh. He glance at me and curl his lips in a sincere smile, "and I

Xavier's POV "I am sorry about your dad," Zoey says to which I heave a long sigh. This is the last thing I want to talk about. I shiver involuntarily as small goosebumps prickle the surface of my tattooed arms. The realistic nightmare from earlier still haunt me even now. It's replaying itself over and over again in my head on a sick endless loop. It doesn't help at all that the man's birthday was suppose to be tomorrow. My heart clench painfully tugging at the fragile strings in my chest, the tragic scene from that day briefly flash itself in my mind. "My condolences," "It's fine," I lie. My shoulders slouch in a poor attempt of a shrug. The pain in my chest hits me over again tenfold, the corner of my eyes crinkle threatening to leak a wave of fresh tears. It has been two years and this shit still affects me this much. I shake my head silently refusing to let any fall. Instead I focus on the back of Zoey's head so I don't trip and tumble on her over these steep stairs. "Thank you