All Chapters of A Deal With Mr. CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ADRIAN During one point in the conversation, she smiled at something I said and I swear I felt my heart do a little flip. And what I realized too was that I cared about her. Last week, when I had called her repeatedly and she didn’t pick up, I became worried, because one thing I've come to realize for the past months was that she was mostly awake around the time I was calling, so I had been genuinely worried. Worried enough that I drove to her house unannounced. The dinner continued peacefully. We shared laughs and stories. But at the back of my mind, the thought of the contract ending soon refused to leave. In just a couple of days, this... whatever this was, would be over. No more dates. No more excuses to see her. No more of these quiet moments that had started to mean too much. I didn’t want to admit how much that bothered me. When we finished, we walked out of the restaurant together. The night air had grown cooler. We got into the car and I drove off. When we final

Just then, my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and it was mom. I walked to a more quiet corner and picked it up. I picked up, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hey, Mom." "Amelia," she said immediately, her tone a mix of surprise and concern. "How are you dear? Did you make a mistake? I saw that you transferred half a million dollars to my account." I leaned my head against a cold concrete pillar, closing my eyes for a second. Earlier in the week, after verifying everything with the bank and making sure the transfer was secure, I had sent her half of the money that Adrian had deposited to my account. It felt like the right thing to do. She had actually saved up for me while I was growing up. It was from that money I bought the house I lived in now, even though Zoey and Brianna had teased me endlessly about buying a place with more than one bedroom when I was the only one living there. "It was not a mistake, Mom," I said quietly. She was silent for a beat. "Did you ta

Adrian didn't pull away, he lifted my chin with his fingers trembling slightly. He was staring at me intensely. "Amelia," he breathed. He reached out, his thumb catching a stray lock of hair and tucking it slowly and deliberately, behind my ear. His touch was like fire on my skin. Before I could process the heat, his hands moved to my waist. With an effortless surge of strength, he lifted me. I gasped, my hands instinctively flying to his shoulders to steady myself. Thankfully, I had opted for my tailored corporate trousers today. He walked the short distance to his massive desk. With one sweep of his arm, he shoved a stack of files and documents aside. They slid across the polished wood, some fluttering to the floor, but he didn't seem to bother. He settled me onto the edge of the desk, stepping between my knees so that there was no space left. His lips found the sensitive curve of my neck, sending a jolt of pure lightning through my veins. He trailed kisses up to my

Amelia After a frantic day at the office, where every "Happy Birthday" from a colleague felt like a reminder of the one person who hadn't said it, I finally made it home. After dinner, I settled on the couch to rest for a while before the girls show up. After a while, there was a knock on the door. My lips curved into a smile because I already knew who I was expecting. I opened the door and there they were. "Birthday girl!" Zoey squealed, throwing her arms around me. "Twenty six looks good on you," Brianna said, hugging me right after. I laughed, moving aside for them. "You two, come in." They did and I shut the door behind them. The air in the living room instantly felt lighter. They didn’t give me a second before shoving a neatly wrapped box into my hands. "For the birthday girl," Brianna said. I looked down at it, then back at them. "You didn’t have to..." "Open it," Zoey cut in, impatient. I laughed and peeled back the wrapping. Inside was a sleek designe

AMELIA It has been nearly a week since I officially entered my twenty-sixth year. The days passed by with me convincing myself that I was getting back to my normal life. Tonight was no different. I finished a modest dinner and treated myself to the very last slice of my mom's red velvet cake, savoring the sweetness as a final goodbye to the birthday festivities. Afterward, I retreated to my bedroom, propping myself up against the headboard with a book. Still, work followed me home in the form of a lingering question. Earlier that day, Mr. Hillary had gathered the team. "I have a significant announcement to make tomorrow morning," he had told us. "Please ensure everyone is in the conference room by nine." Megan, Casey and I had spent a part of our afternoon break, spinning wild theories. Promotion? Restructuring? Eventually, we gave up, there had been no point guessing. We’d find out soon enough. I shifted my focus back to my book, trying to read the same paragraph for th