All Chapters of A Deal With Mr. CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: What Happens Now?

Did that really just happen? I mean… it did. I was there. But still. My legs were still shaky as I padded down the last few steps into the living room. I let out a quiet breath as I walked further into the living room, my steps slower than usual, like I was trying to process everything with each movement. It actually happened. And it wasn't bad. I paused. Then let out a small, almost disbelieving scoff under my breath. Okay, not just... not bad. It was good. More than good. I shook my head, like that would somehow clear the thoughts forming in my mind. It didn’t. My gaze landed on the table, and saw my house keys. That was the whole reason I was even back here. I walked over and picked them up, turning them lightly in my fingers before slipping them into my purse I had dropped when we came into the house. I sighted my heels and walked over to pick them and sat down on one of the sofas, exhaling quietly as I wore them and then leaned back. And that’s when the flashbacks sta

Chapter 22: Workplace Curiosity

ADRIAN Evander stood in front of my desk with a tablet in hand. "Update on the Harrington dinner?" I asked. "It’s been scheduled," Evander replied. "One week from now." That made me pause. A week. "Is it confirmed?" "Yes, sir." I gave a small nod. "Alright." That was sooner than I expected, but it worked. If anything, it meant things were moving faster than anticipated. "Email me the details." "Will do sir." "Anything else?" I asked. "No, sir." "You can go." He nodded once and turned, walking out of the office. The door closed quietly behind him. I leaned back slightly in my chair, my gaze shifting to Caden. "So.. what do you think? There’s still a chance of securing the company?" I asked, looking back at the file in front of me. "It's within reach right?" I looked back at him. He shrugged lightly. "Hopefully," he said. "After the dinner, you should have a clearer answer." I nodded. "And after that?" I asked. "The rest is just process," he rep

Chapter 23: At The Door

"Good morning to you too Casey," I said, managing a small smile as I looked between she and Megan. Megan crossed her arms dramatically. "I’m still trying to process this," she said. "Because last I checked… you didn’t like him." I shrugged lightly. "I honestly thought so too." Casey raised a brow. "You thought?" I exhaled softly, reaching to turn on my system. "Things changed." That only made them look more suspicious. Casey leaned forward, resting her hands on my desk. "That's corporate talk for 'he's actually hot in person,' isn't it? You can’t just say things changed and expect us to move on." Megan nodded immediately. "Exactly. We need details." I let out a quiet groan, gently spinning in my chair. "There are no details," I said. "It’s new. We’re just… figuring things out." That wasn’t entirely a lie. Just not the full truth. Casey narrowed her eyes at me like she could see right through it. "Amelia," she said slowly, "that sounds like a summary, not an explan

Chapter 24: In That Moment

I locked the door back with a quiet click and turned around. Adrian stood there in the middle of my living room with his hands loose at his sides, just watching me. He didn’t say anything. He just stared, like he was trying to decide whether coming here had been a mistake or the only thing that made sense tonight. Then he moved. He crossed the small space between us in two slow steps, lifted his hands and cupped my cheek. His palms were warm, as his thumbs lightly brushed my skin. I grabbed the front of his sweater and tugged him closer to me until our bodies pressed together. Our lips met halfway, hungry and a little desperate. My fingers twisted tighter in the fabric of his sweater, pulling him even closer as the kiss turned messy and urgent. He made this low sound in his throat that sent heat rushing straight down my spine. Without breaking away, he slid his hands under my thighs and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, my ankles locking at his l

Chapter 25: Only For The Duration

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he just stared at me. "Do you want me to stay?" he asked finally. I shrugged lightly, trying to sound casual and keep my expression neutral. "If you want to. I'm not exactly kicking you out." His gaze lingered on me for a second longer before he leaned back against the pillows staring at the ceiling for a moment. "I don’t have work tomorrow," he said. "So..." He didn't finish the sentence, but the answer was there. He was staying and that was his answer. I nodded and then I slipped out of bed, grabbed my tank top and shorts from the floor, and walked toward to the bathroom to pee and clean up. I stepped inside. I leaned forward against the sink, staring at my reflection for a few seconds. I then moved, peed and got cleaned up. Afterward, I splashed water on my face then I pulled my tank top and shorts back on, adjusting them before stepping out again. When I came back out, Adrian had already gotten off the bed. He walked past me

Chapter 26: The Arrangement Continues

"Resting, mostly" I said, stretching my arms again. "And then later, I’m going to go see my Mom. It’s been a while." He nodded slowly, like he was trying to process what I had just said. I walked into the bathroom to grab my toothbrush. I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a spare, still in its plastic wrapping and walked back to where Adrian was sitting. "Here," I said as I handed it to him. He took it from me, his gaze steady. " Thank you. I’d like to go with you," he said simply. "To see your mother." I stopped. "Why?" He shrugged, "It’s about time we actually start talking about the funding for the business, Amelia. Meeting her in person makes sense." I sighed, knowing he was right, as I thought of him being in the middle of Mom's living room. Him stepping into family space was kind of big. Not sure I was prepared for that, but then... "That’s true. Ok, fine. You can use the toothbrush, then take a shower. I’ll get ready." "I’ll need to go back to my place to c

Chapter 27: A Little Research

The drive have been quiet for a little while now. I was looking out the window, watching the familiar routes pass by when Adrian broke the silence with a question I was not expecting at all. Just, out of nowhere. "You’re not really close to your father, are you?" I blinked and then slowly, I turned my head toward him. "That's... random," I said. "Why would you ask that?" He kept his eyes on the road. "You talk about your mom a lot. And I noticed you've never talked about your dad." I let out a long, weary sigh, looking back out the window as the suburban houses pass by. "Something like that," I said. There was a brief silence. "Does it have anything to do with their divorce?" he asked. I stiffened. If I can remember correctly, I haven't exactly told him about my parents divorce. We hadn't discussed my family history in details at all. My head snapped back towards him, staring at his side profile. "How exactly do you know about that, Adrian?" He didn't even hesitate. "

Chapter 28: The Offer

Soon, we were done setting the dining table. Lunch was simple. It was pasta. We both took our seats with Adrian already seated. I sat across from him, while Mom sat at the head of the table, already reaching for the wine bottle. She paused for a second, looking at it again before smiling faintly. "Thank you again for this, I really do appreciate it" she said, glancing at Adrian. He gave a small nod looking calm as ever. "It’s no problem." Then he reached for the bottle. "May I?" Mom nodded, watching as he opened it with ease, like it was something he had done a hundred times before. Obviously, he had. He poured into each glass carefully, then placed the bottle down. "Thank you," we both said. We all picked up our glasses almost at the same time. For a few minutes, it was just the sound of cutlery and the occasional small comment about the food. Adrian complimented it which made Mom smiled. "So," Mom began, setting her fork down gently. "How did you two meet? How exact

Chapter 29: A Sudden Change

The drive from Mom's place started normal. "Your Mom," Adrian said, his eyes fixed on the road "She’s nice and really accommodating." I leaned back against the headrest, as I gave a small smile. "She really is. She’s always been the heart of the house. She always find a way to make people feel welcome." Adrian let out a short, thoughtful hum. "Speaking of..." he transitioned, "you should get ready. Next Friday night, we’re having dinner with the Harringtons. The one that could make all the difference." I turned my head toward him, my eyebrows arching. "Oh? We’re certainly going to be having a lot of dinner dates in this 'relationship,' aren’t we?" "It’s not exactly a date, Amelia," he corrected, with a hint of a smirk on his lips. "It’s a strategic maneuver." "Whatever," I waved a hand dismissively with a faint smile. "You know what I mean." He let out a low chuckle. "The dinner has to be convincing enough to satisfy Harrington. He’s observant. He looks for cracks in the

Chapter 30: A Scare

ADRIAN I pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and killed the engine. Henderson had already texted me the details, room number, the floor wing and even the doctor’s name, so I didn’t bother with stopping at the main lobby or the receptionist. I didn't waste time, I just headed straight for the elevator. When the doors opened on the private floor, the smell of antiseptic hit me. I walked down the corridor. When I got there, I pushed open the door without knocking. Dad was sitting up on the bed with IV line taped to the back of his hand. Mom was seated in the chair beside him, clutching a paper coffee cup she probably hadn’t sipped from. Henderson stood near the window like he’d been waiting for me with his hands clasped behind his back. He’d been the senior staff at my parents house for as long as I could remember. The second I stepped inside, Mom stood up fast. "Adrian," she called. And before I could say anything she crossed the room and pulled me into a hug. She he

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