All Chapters of A Second Chance With Mr Steele: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian’s Point of viewThe receptionist's face turned ghostly pale as I strode through the grandiose lobby of Rivera & Sons Tech Conglomerates. The sharp click of my leather shoes against the marble echoed like a countdown to impending doom. My jaw tightened as I stopped in front of her desk, and her gaze flickered up nervously.“I’m here to see Darius Rivera,” I said curtly, my tone leaving no room for argument.The receptionist stammered, clutching the phone like it was a lifeline. “Do... do you have an appointment, sir?”I leaned forward slightly, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Tell him Adrian Steele is here. I guarantee he won’t need an appointment.”Her eyes widened as recognition dawned. She fumbled with the phone, her trembling fingers dialing. “Mr. Rivera’s office, please,” she said, her voice quivering. After a short pause, she added hastily, “Mr. Rivera, Mr. Adrian Steele is here to…” She didn’t finish the sentence before nodding furiously. “Yes, sir. Right away.

Emma's Point of ViewWalking into the office building that morning felt like stepping onto the stage of a play where I was the unwitting female lead character. Heads turned as I passed, whispers floated around me, and eyes darted away when I tried to meet their gazes. Something was definitely up. I wasn’t sure what, but the energy was unmistakable.“Good morning, Marian,” I said with forced cheerfulness as I approached the receptionist’s desk. Marian, usually quick with a smile and a friendly comment, froze as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t. Her wide eyes scanned me up and down like I had sprouted another head overnight.“What’s going on? Why is everyone staring?” I asked, glancing nervously over my shoulder. The lobby buzzed with low murmurs, and I could feel the weight of curious eyes pressing against my back.Marian hesitated before picking up her phone and turning it toward me. “You don’t know, do you?” she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and pity.I lean

Emma’s Point of ViewBreakfast started with Adrian trying to ease me into comfort, like a man attempting to coax a startled cat out of hiding. He served my coffee just the way I liked it, offered me a plate of scrambled eggs, and shared lighthearted stories from his rebellious college days. His voice was soft, his demeanor warm, but my mind was elsewhere, tangled in a web of nerves I couldn’t seem to shake off.“Emma,” he said with a slight chuckle, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. “Are you even listening?”“Hmm?” I snapped out of my daze, forcing a weak smile. “Sorry, I was just... thinking about work and how people are viewing me now.”His brow furrowed, and his gaze bore into me like he could see right through the facade. “We’ve already talked about this, remember? No more unnecessary stress. You know what? Starting today, we’re driving in together and leaving together. End of story.”“Adrian, you can't.. You don’t have to.. ”“Emma,” he interrupted, his tone le

Emma's Point Of ViewWaking up felt like dragging myself from a dream I never wanted to leave. My body ached in ways that were both foreign and thrilling, each twinge a vivid reminder of the passion I had shared with Adrian last night. I stretched my arms above my head, wincing slightly, my mind replaying sexual moments that made my cheeks flush. Before I could gather my scattered thoughts, the door to Adrian's room, soon to be our room, swung open.Adrian walked in, a tray balanced in his hands, his trademark smirk softened by a genuine, almost boyish smile. "Morning, Mrs. Steele," he said, his voice warm enough to melt the frostiest morning."Good morning," I murmured, my voice betraying my shyness as he set the tray down on the bedside table. The aroma of eggs, bacon, and freshly brewed coffee wafted toward me, and my stomach growled its approval.Adrian leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "I figured you'd need a hearty breakfast after last night’s... activities," h

Emma's Point Of ViewThe bathroom was still heavy with the scent of lavender steam as I stepped out, my hair damp and curling over my shoulders. A fluffy towel was tightly secured around me as I crossed the room and sat down at the dresser. My fingers hovered over my collection of skincare products, ranging from toners, moisturizers to serums, a luxury I never thought I would ever afford. Six months ago, the idea of a “night routine” was laughable. My days had been a blur of hospital visits, work, and exhaustion. Picking out a product for my face would’ve been at the bottom of the list.As I opened a drawer to grab my jade roller, my fingers brushed against something familiar. Pulling it out, I saw a photograph of Brandon, his smile frozen in time. My heart clenched. I traced his features on the photo, whispering, “Thanks to you, I got to meet the real Adrian. The man who treats me like a Queen. Without you, I’d still be hating him as my insatiable Casanova boss.”A pang of bitterswee