All Chapters of The CEO Is Obsessed With Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The night was in full bloom, bustling with new opportunities and hope. As Aurelia stepped into the sophisticated ambiance of Vintage Oasis, Ezekiel’s new wine bar, she felt the evening's magic envelop her. Soft golden lighting cast a warm glow on the polished mahogany walls, adorned with wine-inspired artwork. The air vibrated with refined chatter and the clinking of crystal glasses.Before her, a sea of dignitaries mingled, sipping on exquisite wines and savoring hors d'oeuvres crafted by the city's top chefs. Tuxedo-clad gentlemen and elegantly gowned ladies moved with poise, exchanging smiles and handshakes. The atmosphere pulsed with sophistication as if the very essence of luxury had been distilled into this singular event.Aurelia straightened her shoulders, refusing to be intimated. But she couldn’t deny that she felt out of place, like a goldfish among sharks. The air felt rich with personalities, suffocating her. A waitress offers a glass of wine off a silver tray and she

Receiving word that she was going to feature in the upcoming Paris Fashion Week should have made Aurelia ecstatic. But she stared at the notification email with puffy eyes, the wet patch on her pillow bearing evidence of how she cried her eyes out. She didn't even have the energy to celebrate this leaping achievement, not when the altercation with the CEO still plagued her mind, robbing her of her peace and sanity. Now she’s currently huddled over a traveling bag, packing up her things for the trip while cursing at Luke under her breath. Just like always, he didn't reach out to her. And she was both glad and disappointed. Well, who needs him anyway? Not her, definitely not her! She definitely doesn’t miss him.The night of the event had been an emotional rollercoaster, one she had yet to recover from.She was also hung over from the countless glasses of wine she had. And now and then her thoughts strayed from Luke to Ezekiel, also to Veronica. It gave her a headache, and all she

“To punish you.” Suddenly, the room felt smaller, the air thicker, and Aurelia's defiance began to falter. "What do you mean?" she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady, but it trembled despite her best efforts. Of course, she knew what she meant, but at the same time, she didn’t. She hoped it wasn't what she was thinking, and yet the prospect of it made her insides warm, causing her to press her thighs together in reflex. Luke arched a brow at her, his eyes glinting with sinister intent. "You think you don’t deserve to be punished?” he drawled, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Aurelia's instincts screamed at her to retreat, to escape, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot. Luke's presence seemed to fill the room like a dark cloud of smoke, suffocating her, and she knew she had to act fast to regain control. But how? “I’m not in the mood for your mind games.” she retorted, her gaze lingering on his lips before she looked away. “We both have had a long day.”

THIRD PERSON POV Luke was tired. Tired of forcing smiles and empty pleasantries. The fashion week had worn him out and he couldn't wait to return to New York. “Your bitch face is showing.” Veronica teased him, noticing that he had already drained his social battery. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He sighed, looking down at his watch. For how much longer did he have to be here? Luke looked over his shoulders, his eyes searching for Aurelia. His jaw clenched as Ezekiel came up beside her. He watches Aurelia’s face brighten up on his arrival, and Luke’s brows furrowed, his chest burning with jealousy. “You guys are so typical.” Veronica rolled her eyes, following his line of sight. “It’s boring to watch the same thing happen again.”Luke clicks his tongue in annoyance, facing forward. “Then why did you insist on coming along?”“Isn’t it obvious?” Veronica smirked as watched Ezekiel and Aurelia. “I also made a bet on who would win, and I’ll be damned not to see it for myself.”“Tch.”

“Here.”Aurelia hesitated before taking the cup of water from Veronica, staring at it like it would come alive and bite her. “I didn't poison it if that's what you're thinking.” Veronica mused, sarcasm dripping in her tone. Giving the cup one last wary stare, Aurelia accepted it, and Veronica flopped on the sofa beside her. They were in Veronica's hotel room, and the supermodel had taken it upon herself to tend to Aurelia's wound, taking responsibility for her fall. Veronica observed Aurelia's scraped knee, then she moved to her closet, returning with a tube of ointment. Aurelia silently watched as she squeezed the open cut, her fingers spreading it against her skin. “That will do.” Veronica nodded as she sealed the cap on the ointment, letting out a small yawn as she straightened up. “Thank you.” Aurelia kept her head low, spacing out as she looked down at her feet. “Now that's out of the way, shall we begin?” Veronica suggested, leaning back in her seat as she crossed her legs