All Chapters of Mr. CEO, Do you think I'm pretty too?: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damien's hands were everywhere, tracing the contours of her body, sending waves of pleasure through her. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake as his hands roamed lower, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to him. Vivian’s body responded instinctively, arching up to meet him, her heart racing with anticipation. Time seemed to blur, the world outside fading away as they gave in to the primal need that had been simmering between them for so long. Damien's hands gripped her thighs again, and with a quick, smooth movement, he pulled her closer, positioning himself between her legs. Vivian’s breath hitched, her heart pounding as she felt the full weight of him against her. Damien leaned down, his lips barely grazing hers as he whispered, “You’re mine, Vivian. Only mine.” The possessiveness she had seen before finally broke through. He was the predator and she was his prey. The words sent a jolt of electricity through her, and with a soft moan, sh

Bruce's POVMidnight was creeping through the city like a shadow, bringing with it an eerie stillness that seemed to swallow the usual hum of life outside. And as always, i found myself isolated from the world, trapped in my own apartment, the faint reflection of streetlights shimmered in through the blinds, casting soft streaks of pale yellow across the room. The fan blades above hummed softly, their rhythmic whir a background noise to my restless thoughts.As i laid in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling but seeing none of it. My mind was too tangled in thoughts of **Vivian.**Even after I had foolishly let her walk out of my life all those years, she had never truly left me, not in the way i tried to convince himself she had. No matter how many years had passed, no matter how deeply i buried himself in the twisted politics of my life as a detective, she was always there, lodged in my mind like a thorn. And it's been so hard to love again. Vivian.She was still as beautifu

Vivian’s heart skipped a beat. She had hoped no one had noticed, especially not Horace, with his eagle eyes and love for gossip. She swallowed, trying to act nonchalant. “T-there’s nothing going on, Horace,” she said, forcing a laugh. “We just had a work thing to talk about. You know, important boss-employee stuff.” Horace raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Mmhmm, sure. Boss-employee stuff that involves you blushing like a schoolgirl the next morning?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, Viv, I won’t tell anyone. Spill the tea. Is he as charming behind closed doors as he is in those suits? Damn, I wish it were me though” Horace whined. Who didn't have a die hard crush on Damien Sullivan? Billionaire playboy and heir to a fortune. Vivian felt her cheeks grow even hotter. She wasn’t used to being in the spotlight like this, especially not with something so personal. But Horace was relentless, and if she kept denying it, it would only

"That's nice.." Vivian smiled as she picked up the menu on the table to see what they had to offer. Damien did same, and after some time, a waiter came to get their orders. Where Damien had already settled on his meal, Vivian was still stomped, not because she wasn't sure what to get, but because she could barely read the words. Without her glasses, the words seemed so far away. She blushed, straining her eyes when the waiter turned to her. "Oh ..um..." Damien sensed her unease and came to her rescue. "We'll have the number 5 and a bottle of your finest wine" Damien smirked as he leaned back in his chair, watching Vivian’s blush deepen. “You didn’t bring your glasses, did you?” His voice was playful but filled with warmth. Vivian let out a soft laugh, feeling embarrassed but also touched by his quick save. “I didn’t think I’d need them tonight,” she admitted, fidgeting with the edge of her napkin. “I was trying to look a little... different.” Damien’s gaze softened as he

Vivian's POV From where I laid right now, I gazed upon the heavenly features of the man that had me at his mercy. The way his dark hair tousled over his forehead and his blue eyes caught the reflection of the light, the steady raising and falling of his chest, the way his touch burned my skin with need, all of it filled me with anticipation. Damien loomed over me, his eyes dark and filled with an intense hunger that sent shivers through my body. He let his fingers trail down the length of my arm, teasingly slow, before brushing against my waist. An involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped my lips. Every touch felt deliberate, each one igniting a fire within me that was growing harder and harder to contain. "Patience," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck as his lips grazed the sensitive skin just below my ear. "I want you to savor this." God! He was so fucking hot. I'd lose my mind if this turned out to be a dream, but this felt real--to real, to be a mere dream. This was real