All Chapters of The CEO'S Obsession: Seducing His Secretary : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Christopher was still soundly asleep when the shrill ringing of his phone cut through the silence of his room. With a groggy sigh, he reached for the device on his nightstand and glanced at the caller ID—Derrick.His brows furrowed. Just why the hell was his best friend calling him so early? He thought as he picked the call.Bringing the phone to his ear, he answered groggily, his voice thick with sleep. “What the hell do you want at this ungodly hour? It better be important for you to disturb my sleep.”“Oh, so now you’re too busy to even inform your best friend that you’re engaged?” Derrick’s voice was thick with amusement, but there was an underlying disbelief. Christopher frowned, his brain still sluggish. “What the hell are you talking about? What engagement?” He asked still trying to comprehend what he just heard.Derrick let out an exasperated scoff. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t know! The 'entire country' is talking about it. Christopher Jacobs, engaged to Kimberly Williams

The hum of the office around Emma seemed distant as the workday came to a close. Christopher had been in and out of his office all day, exchanging a few glances with her but never fully talking to after he had dropped the bombshell on her earlier on. Emma had grown used to his intensity and unpredictability, but today, it was different. The weight of his presence seemed heavier, pressing down on her shoulders even as the clock ticked closer to the end of her shift.Her fingers hovered over her keyboard, but the words just wouldn’t come. She felt the quiet tension from across the room like a thread pulling her attention toward his office as she took another subtle glance at the door. Finally, the door opened. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His shoes clicked sharply against the marble floor as he approached her desk. “Emma,” he began, his voice smooth and teasing. “We’re going on a date tomorrow.”Emma’s eyes flickered toward him, her eyebrows furrowing. “What?” she

Saturday morning rolled in quietly, the warm golden light of the sun slipping through the blinds and painting Emma’s bedroom in soft stripes.She had barely gotten any sleep the night before, tossing and turning, her mind looping with the ridiculousness of the date she had somehow agreed to with Christopher. A date. With him. Her boss. The word alone made her groan into her pillow.What had she gotten herself into?Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that cocky smirk of his, heard his voice calling her “Darling,” and remembered the way he’d said “We’re going on a date” like it was a command, not a suggestion. Emma dragged herself out of bed, threw on a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, and made her way toward the kitchen, desperate for coffee and solitude. Her hair was a bird's nest of tangled waves, her eyes heavy with sleep, and her mood decidedly foul.She hadn’t even made it to the kettle when the sharp, urgent ring of the doorbell sliced through the quiet.“Got it!” Evelyn call

In the room after taking her bath, Emma stood in front of her mirror, fingers hovering indecisively over her wardrobe.She’d told herself, even reminded herself severally that what they were about to do wasn’t a real date. It was a business arrangement. A favor she agreed to under unusual, circumstances. So why did her heart pound as if she was preparing for something more?She sighed and finally reached for a soft, dusty blue blouse one she hadn't worn since Liam's betrayal.Saying his name doesn't hurt as much again, she thought as she pulled the blouse on.It hugged her figure just enough to be flattering but still conservative. She paired it with a high-waisted black skirt that flared slightly at the bottom, brushing against her knees. On her feet, she slipped into nude heels—low enough to be practical, yet still elegant.Her hair, she left down, brushing it into soft waves that framed her face. A hint of peach blush on her cheeks, a touch of gloss, and she was done. Not too much

The low hum of the car engine filled the silence between them, but Emma’s mind was anything but quiet. She sat beside Christopher, arms crossed loosely, eyes flicking occasionally to his perfect profile as the car cruised through the heart of Zeden.He looked too comfortable. Too calm. Like none of this—the lies, the drama, the deception—bothered him in the slightest.She, on the other hand, felt like her heart was sitting in her throat.“You really think I need a makeover?” she asked after a beat, attempting to keep her voice neutral.Chris glanced at her and smirked, his gaze sweeping over her face and styled hair. “You’re beautiful, Emma. But my mother… she’s a different breed. She reads appearances like résumés. A little polish won’t hurt.”Emma scoffed lightly but didn’t argue. She turned to stare out the window, watching as the city blurred past in streaks of white and gold.Still, something gnawed at her. Her thoughts swirled around a question she couldn’t hold back anymore.“W