บททั้งหมดของ Is this love, Mr CEO?: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Navy’s POVI readjusted my bathroom robe, tying it tightly to my waist. I quickly cleared off the room, it was writhing of alcohol. Three bottles of my expensive whiskey had been downed by just one person; the Manager in charge of Varde’s showroom here at the hotel.Thankfully, he was gone when the receptionist announced Rosé’s arrival.I heard the doorbell of the suite ring and I quickly hurried over.I pulled the door open and I melted right into Rosé’s eyes. Damn.She was beautiful in the simplest way, her hair was neatly pressed into straight waves parted at the center, covering most of her sides, leaving just her eyes for my viewing pleasure. My gaze dropped to her lips and she impulsively licked them. Awakening my sleeping d*ck.I wanted to keep my eyes on her face, I knew just what would happen if I mistakenly glanced elsewhere, yet, I uncontrollably scanned her body and my awakened dick gave a nod.“What are you doing here, Elodie?”, my voice came out coarse than intended

At the far right of the hospital where Paula works is a coffee shop famous for their organic smoothies. And Paula just made a decision to go on a diet. Impulsive but commendable. I am making my way to her, she insists I go on a vegan diet too.She says vegetables will heal me and light me up.I don’t know what that means, but I agreed.I made a turn at the right and there was Paula waving happily.“Hii” I greeted, sauntering into her open arms.“smile” she whispered and the corner of my lips lifted into a forced smile.“Are you okay?” I asked, seeing her squirming behavior.“Is anyone staring at us?” Paula asked urgently.I peered around and my eyes fell on a waiter inside the glass building.“There’s one, I can’t see clearly but I think he’s wearing an apron.”“That’s the chef…” Paula turned feisty.“Don’t say it like an apron is a low thing.”“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” “You still have a long way to go…” Paula sighed, “you’re not improving at all…”“Why?!” I groaned, “it’s

NAVY’s POVI didn’t do it. I swear, I didn’t. I didn’t make that sextape of us. I didn’t send it to Darcy. I have my suspicions though. Finn.Cecilia.Cecilia was untouchable, she denied being in the country at the time it happened.Finn was in jail for two weeks, he swore by his life that it wasn’t him.There was no evidence against him either so he was released. He has been trying to reach me ever since his release. But how could I face him? How could I face him for not believing the poor boy who would have stood up for me even if I was accused of murder.It has happened before, Rosé trying to drink some pills to get rid of our baby. She has done it before. Thank goodness it didn’t work out. It only ended up with her getting hospitalized for stomach upset.She hates me. I see it in her eyes. Even as I poured out her green smoothies, if she could, she would hit me, punch me, bite me. It was written on her face that she wanted to do all of that.And I wished she did, I wish she wou

Rosé POVMy heart sank when I first heard his voice. I froze in a spot.“Darcy…” I mumbled, and his usual bubbly voice chimed through the phone.“How, uh...” Darcy stuttered, he chuckled wryly and managed to force out a pleasantry.“how're you?”“Uh… fine, fine” hmm, I cleared my throat.“Uh, how about you?” Navy moved to say something but I stopped him. Darcy had called me, it was me he wanted to speak with.And what would it look like if Darcy found out we were still together, after telling him it would never happen again? What would that make me?What would that make my apologies?I shushed him with my index finger and walked away.A few steps away, I stopped and glanced back to see if he was watching me walk away.But he was gone.I settled on the swing at the center of his fruit garden. His house was crazy big. “I’m back home…” Darcy said, his tone glinting with his true feelings.“I’ll come to you…” I blurted out, “if you let me.”I missed you.An understandable silence paused

The mornings during the transition to Fall carried a certain crispness in the air.I could not tell if it was the good crisp or the bad crisp. Everything felt dry, yet with a surprising cool temperatures.The blend of a gentle chill from the incoming Fall and a lingering warmth from the past Summer often confused me more than Mathematics.However, despite all these, the morning came casting a soft, golden light on the curtains of the room I opened my eyes to.Beau blue walls, dancing white curtains, a humidifier smoking from a corner.It could never be my room. I’d rather have the air conditioner freeze the entire room than have anything moisturize the place.Where am I?I shut my eyes to take a deep breathe, and a surge of memories flooded in uninvited. An image, a startling and vivid image of Rosé jerking herself up and down my lower body appeared in my memory.I instantly jolted my eyes and peered around in disbelief. I turned to my side.Rosé was indeed beside me, sound asleep.Ho