All Chapters of The Shapeshifting CEO Won't Leave Me Alone: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Please… Please…”The room was dark and Olivia could smell blood with each shallow breath she took. It wasn’t her blood she was smelling. Despite how incoherent she was from blood loss, not a drop of hers was wasted in the cold room she lay in.The vampires made sure not to spare an ounce. Each time they drank from her she felt herself get fainter and fainter.It could have been days, but she had such a bad measure of time. The world spun if she opened her eyes for a long time. “It’s going to be okay…” She wasn’t speaking to an empty room–at least that’s what she had convinced herself. Q was still alive, wasn’t he?Sweeping her hand across the dust covered floor, she grabbed her partner’s arm. “Q?” she whispered. “I’ll get us out of here. I just… Need to rest first.” She was in and out of consciousness from there. The vampires occasionally gave them sips of water which was their only sustenance for God knows how long. Of course, the vampires kept their den dark. Most had evolved

Leaving the hospital without a family member or friend to pick you up would have offended most people, but Olivia wasn't like others. A car had been sent for her that would immediately take her to the airport. She would undergo a month of training at a top-secret base in China before relocating once more to London. After multiple calls between her and the agency, she finally decided to participate in the mission. It wasn't physically dangerous but shapeshifters were known to be slippery. They were cunning and strong. All the SIA was there for was to neutralize them and even the score. These people could live out in the open with full rights, but they had to follow strict rules if they wanted to participate in human businesses. It was clear that Ian Novak was doing everything but that. Once she was finally in the private jet that would take her away, Olivia went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the dingy lighting. At least she looked more alive than when the agency found

Dark hair and the sickening scent of cheap cologne. Ian couldn't be such a talented shapeshifter that he could fake his own scent, could he? The man pinning her to the wall wore a plain suit. His quick way of neutralizing what he deemed to be a threat was practicing self-defense used by security guards to hold down someone but not harm them. Since they were security and not law enforcement, they could get into trouble if harm came to someone even if they were doing something bad. Olivia's years of training made her recognize this immediately. The look of astonishment was genuine. She thought for sure Ian had caught her and her cover was blown. The man asked her who she thought she was following and she had to come up with a believable excuse. "I-I'm new here," she spoke timidly and unlike her usual self. "If you would let go of my wrist I could show you…" She brought a sticky note with her to remember the executive's coffee order. There was also a slip with instructions on retr

Olivia knew she was staring when her brother walked through the door with an SIA badge hung around his neck and his arms crossed over his muscular chest. His expression told her that he wasn't playing around. She wasn't entirely sure if this was a message from the agency or because he couldn't make direct contact with her without compromising things. Was it personal or business?From the moment she heard of Executive Whitmore's death, red flags were raised in her mind. She had a couple of avenues she would like to explore regarding the cause but she supposed it would be best to hear her brother out first. She was sure not to reflect her familiarity with the agent in front of her. Appearing small would be better with her hands hidden in her sleeves and shoulders slumped."I can take over from here," Jose said to the detective. "Thanks." The detective left without another word, knowing that he couldn't interfere if there was a federal investigation happening. The SIA was a well-known

Olivia was permitted to finish off the rest of her week at the office of the late Executive Whitmore. There was a lot to do regarding filling in his partners on the situation. She spared details and spoke politely if they wanted to call. Even though she wasn't much of an actress, she was getting to exercise that side of herself much more than she ever had before. People tried to comfort her and she had to act receptive despite having only known the man for a couple of weeks. Some even shared anecdotes of why he was a good man and she stomached the stories with words offering comfort. She felt lucky that most of the conversation was done over email. By the time she sent the last notice to a partner, she was burnt out of talking to others. Hearing another inspiring story about the man who used to ogle her breasts each time she didn't dress like a nun was becoming harder and harder. On top of cleaning up the man's professional life, Olivia had the horrible privilege of being the firs