All Chapters of Mr.Wrong: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Casey P.O.V The blaring alarm clock pierced the early morning silence, its shrill sound dragging me from the depths of sleep. My hand flailed across the nightstand, fingers brushing against the cold, hard surface until they found the culprit. With a loud, frustrated groan, I slammed the off button and rolled back under the covers. Not two seconds later, my phone alarm joined the party. I let out a loud groan, throwing the pillow over my head as though it could block the incessant noise. It didn’t. "Fine, fine, I am up," I muttered as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and glared at my phone. The screen blinked mockingly. 8:30 AM.Two hours until the job interview. I dragged myself to the bathroom, flipping the light switch and wincing as the brightness stabbed at my barely-open eyes. My reflection in the mirror was nothing short of a disaster.Puffy eyes with dark circles, hair a tangled mess, and a crease across my cheek from sleeping on the pillow wrong. "You have got th

Casey P.O.VI reached the office building, panting heavily from having walked the last two blocks after the tense cab ride with Owen.The towering structure loomed above me, its glass façade reflecting the morning sun. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, straightening my clothes and trying to smooth out the wrinkles from my hurried sprint.Taking a deep breath, I pushed through the revolving doors and into the lobby. The cool air conditioning was a welcome relief from the outside heat. I walked up to the reception desk, where a friendly-looking woman greeted me."Good morning. How can I help you?" she asked with a smile.“I am here for an interview," I managed to say, still slightly out of breath. "My name is Casey Maxwell.”She nodded and typed something into her computer. "Ah, yes. You're here for the position with Mr. Thompson. Please take the elevator to the top floor. You'll find another receptionist there who will assist you.”I thanked her and made my way to the elevators,

Owen P.O.VIt was ten in the morning when I stepped into my restaurant, the familiar hum of activity enveloping me as the scents of cooking food wafted through the air. The clinking of glasses and soft murmur of conversation filled the space. As I walked past the bustling kitchen, my friend and chef , Oliver, approached me with pursed lips.“Hey, man," Oliver said, wiping his hands on a towel. "There is someone waiting for you in the back, in the outdoor section. Says she is from a news company.”"Thanks, Oliver. I will handle it," I replied, giving him a part on the shoulder I went to my office to keep files of yesterday’s meeting.Making my way to the outdoor patio, I spotted a woman sitting at a table by the large glass windows that overlooked the garden. She was striking, her presence immediate and undeniable. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing a face with sharp, defined features. Her eyes, a deep green, flickered with curiosity , observing her su

Owen P.O.VScrewing my eyes shut I flex my foot and slide towards the edge of the platform while gripping the railing that was behind me. Ok fine, just a few more steps and I will reach the end , just a little more then I will be safe.Just a little , just a little more.I tried to move but something was pulling me back or more like my towel back. I looked over my shoulder and felt a surge of panic as I realised my towel was snagged on the glass slide. Great, just great. Out of all the ways to die, hanging off the edge of a balcony in nothing but a towel was definitely not on my list. I tugged at it gently, hoping it would come loose without drawing attention. No luck. The thing was jammed tight.I glanced back into the apartment. The girls were still in their heated argument, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was one slip away from a very embarrassing demise. Their voices grew louder, and I could see one of them pointing in the direction of the balcony."Oh no," I whispered und

Author P.O.VMarching out of the complex, Ava's face burned with anger and humiliation. She held her clothes and purse tightly in her hands, her mind racing as she opened the car door and threw her things into the backseat with a frustrated huff. Every cell in her body buzzed with fury at Owen Brown. She was done playing nice.Yanking her phone out, she quickly dialed a number. “Hello, Ryan? Cancel the context I sent you about Mr. Brown. I have something far more interesting to share about him.” An evil smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned back in the driver's seat, listening to Ryan’s surprised response. “Trust me, you’ll want to hear this.”Yanking her phone out, she quickly dialed a number. “Hello, Ryan? Cancel the context I sent you about Mr. Brown. I have something far more interesting to share about him.” An evil smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned back in the driver's seat, listening to Ryan’s surprised response. “Trust me, you’ll want to hear this.”She hung up the phone,