All Chapters of My Tyrant CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sara's POVI fastened my running shoes, took one last glance in the mirror and zipped my jacket. I was bare faced and I prayed Michael wouldn't run away screaming at the sight. Applying makeup now was a stupid idea since it would a, clog my pores (work was so busy I didn't have time for skincare, so that would be chaotic) and b, my mascara wasn't waterproof. And I didn't want to look like a raccoon.My feet carried me automatically towards Central Park, all while I dodged the workers, the uneven spots on the streets and ignored the catcalling. New York could be so pretty when the sun started rising and when the tourists weren't out yet. There were always cars though, it seemed.Beaumont ... I had to think of his words again. Becoming his P.A. ... Beaumont was definitely out of his mind. What would I do? Plan his meetings and trips? Accept phone calls? I partly do that already!My boss had simply ignored every complaint of mine as he dragged me into any meeting of his, forcing me to o

"You also say 'Michael' now and not 'Mr Beaumont' anymore. I can't give you more proof than that honey. Oh wait, the kiss."I buried my head into my hands. "He's such a great kisser ... how should I proceed?" I had even dreamt of him kissing me! Like some teenage girl and not an adult woman! "Slowly, take your time. Get to know him more, see if your feelings stay the same. Don't start anything with him as long as this divorce is going, because it will confuse your feeling only more. But – don't let him lose interest. Go on lunch together, go on dates, go jog more frequently with him. Also, wear things he complimented you on. For example; pants. And girl:"Jess got up and took my hand. "Lead me to your closet – we are throwing away all loose clothes of yours. I want you to flash your breasts at him!" "Jess!", I was shocked, yet kinda intrigued. "Make him drool after you, chase you – twist him around your little pinkie!"I smiled as I remembered how we had held each other's pinkie as

I didn't understand a word of their conversation."Félicitations! Now go home and rest." His accent was so thick, it took me some time to understand it was in English."I will. Take care.""You too."We stayed quiet for a while."I owe you the world.""Don't mention it", I smiled at him.He got up and held my shoulders. "Thank you, Sara. Thank you so much."His eyes were holding something like life in them again, not as dark anymore, and he smiled, it was shy, but the smile was there. I smiled back with a pounding heart."And I'm sorry I forced myself onto you. And that I ran away for a second.""All forgotten", I tip toed to reach his lips. I didn't think too long about it. I just wanted to kiss him better.We shared a long kiss, not rushing in the least. We took our time as the kiss was carefully soft and turned into a passionate kiss, one that left me clinging onto him as if my life depended on it. I ended up wrapping my arms around him, while he hugged me tightly. We slowly traced

I tore my clothes off the hook, slipped into my pants and shirt, cursing loudly."Where are you going at this hour?", Marie called after me, stopping her knitting.I grabbed a jacket as I went to the door and threw it on. "Making things right with Sara. Don't wait for me. Go to bed, Marie.""Not until you are back", she got up and pressed a kiss on my cheek. "Drive carefully, ok? And greet your girlfriend for me. You can do it.""Thanks, ma."I knocked harshly. Once. Twice. Thrice.I lifted my fist again."Michael? What are you doing here?", Sara gawked at me."I told you I'll come over."We stared at each other.She slammed the door close."I'm not leaving until we've talked, Sara!"Sara locked the door. "Go home Michael. I don't have time for you.""Oh, believe me, I do." I laid my jacket in front of her door and sat down. "I have the whole night long!""... You aren't camping really in front of the door, are you?" "Try me."For a long while, it stayed quiet.I heard her go away wit

I couldn't just lie still anymore.I brushed a few strands back and his eyes fluttered open."Sara", his raspy morning voice sounded. I screamed on the inside. He looked at me, then smiled as he remembered where he was. "Morning baby." His voice was deeper than usual and made me cross my legs. Oh god, why can't I just be divorced already?"Good morning", I responded, my voice a few octaves too high. I kissed his nose and he nuzzled more into bed. He fell asleep again. Astonished, I watched his chest rise and fall again.I flipped over to my side and checked the time. 5:20. I had forty more minutes until I had to get up and get ready.Outside it was still snowing. Michael grumbled in his sleep and opened his eyes. "Back", he commanded shortly. I snuggled into his arms eagerly. He fell right back asleep.For some time, we stayed like that.I listened to his even breathing, to the loud snow outside. Nothing could have sounded more beautiful at the moment.Was I falling for him?Michael s