All Chapters of The Black Widow's CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Are you pulling my leg?!”A shriek came from Sam after Damian told them his suggestion.“No! An unequivocal no!” She scoffed. “I am not going to give them the satisfaction that the article is true.”Sam looked at Ara and Vincent incredulously as they seemed to consider Damian’s outrageous suggestion. She wanted to pull her hair and scream in frustration at the top of her lungs just because she wants to.“Scared that you might find me likeable, Sam?” Damian asked challengingly.She glared at him darkly. “I’d rather have the rumors about me and Darren,” she spat as she stood up and walked out from the dining room. She then sauntered towards Patty to check how she’s doing. “Well, looks like we’re done with four, sweetie.”“The hell you are!”Damian’s voice came behind and she was suddenly whirled around and she looked up angrily at the cold, dark eyes of the man, who suddenly became the bane of her existence.“I can take care of my reputation, Mr. McLaren,” she pointed out as she whiske

Sam took her eyes off her laptop when the door to her office opened and her secretary, Shirley Pascal entered with an irritating look on her usual calm and friendly face on a Wednesday morning.“Everything okay?” Sam asked with a smile. “You seldom come in here with that look.”“That Damian McLaren’s one exasperating person, that’s what. I’ve been filtering all calls from him as you instructed. Why didn’t you unblock his number yet?” Shirley answered dryly. She gestured with her head towards the door. “Get ready for battle, Sam. Reception called me in advance, informing that he just stormed inside the building.”“Can you just tell him that I’m not here or in a meeting?” Sam suggested.“Too late.”The two women looked towards the door and Damian’s form came into view, framed by the door frame. He looked irritated and ready to murder Sam from the inconvenience that she had put him through.“I want to talk to her alone,” he said solemnly, staring at Shirley coldly. “And, don’t even think

Sam applied some lotion to her skin and patted it gently on her skin that late Saturday afternoon before walking towards the dress that Damian had specifically bought for her to wear this evening.She stared at the handmade draped periwinkle blue chiffon sheer mesh dress with an asymmetrical over the shoulder backless halter with a mesh bodysuit. The waistline has a diagonal drape as well with a partial A line floor length skirt with a short train. By sight, she immediately knew that the dress is custom made and the price is within his means.She also suspected that Damian purposedly had this type of dressmade for her, that is quite daring just to spite her for still not selling her shares. Most of her skin will be exposed and she jokingly hoped that she won’t die of hypothermia before the party ends.Taking off her robe, she carefully put on the dress, pulling it up carefully when she heard the door open to the room she was given.“Looks like I’m just right on time,” Damian’s voice d

It was one in the morning when Sam finally went up the stairs and walked towards the room given to her upon arrival after Damian had a helicopter fetched her from Darren’s cancer foundation activity.She entered the room and immediately took off her heels, massaging her feet and grateful to finally have them off. She went to her dresser and took off her earrings, bracelet and her two rings, placing them securely in her small jewelry box.She carefully unbuttoned her dress and stepped out from it. After hanging it, she then went to the bath for a quick hot shower. She lightly rubbed a soft cloth over her face, removing her makeup and then over her body, finally feeling refresh before turning off the water and started to dry herself.Sam knotted her robe and pick up a comb, running it through her hair as she walks back to her room to put on her undies. She stopped cold when she saw Damian inside the room, his back to her as he looks out the balcony, a drink in his hand. A bottle of whisk

Damian opened his eyes and adjusted to the glare of the sunlight coming through the sheer curtains on a Tuesday morning. He turned when he felt Vittoria stirred beside him, rolling to her side, her bare back to him.Sitting up slowly, Damian reached for his phone on the side of the table and turned it on to check for messages in his inbox.“Mrs. Cameron refused to be driven home by the driver and called for her own to fetch her at Stratham,” a message from the butler of the mansion he recently purchased read. “She waited outside the gate until the car had arrived.”His eyes narrowed at the information. He then went to the next message that was sent by his secretary.“Mrs. Cameron was spotted with Senator Whitehall having dinner at Bambino,” he reported. “They then went to watch a play at The Crown Concert Hall and had a nightcap at Bean Bag Tearoom.”Trying to project that you’re doing okay, Samantha? He thought coldly.“Gather everything you can about that senator,” he typed his reply