All Chapters of Oh No! Mr CEO Is The Father Of My Kids: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

HAZEL. "He hasn't picked up my calls since yesterday" Panic surged in my voice as I paced around the room with the phone in my hand. For the millionth time, my call was sent to voicemail."I'm worried, Evelyn." I turned to her. She was by the mirror, applying mascara to her eyes."So did she just blurt it out?" Evelyn asked, referring to Giselle and our horrendous dinner last night. Cringed by the flashbacks, I shrugged my shoulders. "Who could blame her? She was really drunk and you needed to see the looks on both their faces" I said. Evelyn finally saw the sadness across my face and walked up to me."I mean it's not that terrible. I don't think Nicholas has the right to have an opinion in this case. I mean he moved you halfway across the state. Didn't he have any questions?" She asked."And obviously your work life is different from your personal life. You don't owe him that." She was right, to some extent. I bit down on my lips, wondering if now was the right time to tell Evelyn

HAZEL.Walking back home, it was easy to reminisce about my day with Josef. I'd agreed to having another date but no matter how much we liked each other, we decided to slow down the pace. Easing into it would ensure this wasn't just another flame that burns fast and quick. It was about envisioning a future with him.And the only way we could do that and still keep her jobs was to slow down as well. It was clear Nicholas was still out to get us—me especially. The thought of him drove a chill down my spine. I shook him out of my head. But what I couldn't shake was the feeling that someone was watching me as I walked back home. There was this tightness in the air, this odd feeling that crept up closely behind me. The streets were dark and the clicky-clacking of my heels was the only sound I could hear from a mile radius.This part of the town was quiet. Filled with houses where everyone stayed indoors. Occasionally you'd see a car pull up in the driveway when someone got back but that d

HAZEL. "I'm not saying I'm in love with him,""I'm just saying I really, really like him." I sat on Evelyn's bed, crossing my legs behind her back. She rested against me, letting her head fall back into my thighs as I braided her hair. It was a hot Sunday morning, the only day we had time with each other so we usually spent it reminiscing about the last week.Honestly, I just needed something to take my mind off the creepy photos I was sent the other day. Luckily, it didn't happen again. I was still careful, reporting the incident to the police but there was only little they could do. "It could be someone playing a game on you," The officer said since I had no idea who it could be. And Josef had been by my side through every step of the way, making sure I felt safe. "He is sweet I'll give him that," Evelyn said. "But damn girl, you really are down bad for this man—" "Shut up!" I exclaimed, playfully shoving a pillow in her face. But deep down, I knew she was right. Every day, leav

HAZEL."Giselle loves the new designs!" Evelyn said from across the room with relief in her voice. She'd just gotten off the call with Giselle after resubmitting some of her more authentic designs. She told me how their last meeting went and I watched how hard she worked her ass off these last few days. "I'm so happy for you, Evelyn." I walked across to her. "I never got to thank you, Hazel. This was all because of you." She replied. "Oh please. This was Giselle and if it wasn't Giselle, someone else was always going to catch on with your talent." I said and she squealed, unable to control her excitement in her bedazzled blue dress. Evelyn was trying to pick out an earring to match her dress for the dinner party later today. I glanced back at Nicholas's cake tied and boxed on the kitchen counter, far away from the kids.Today was his Mother's dinner party and although I'd already arranged someone to pick up the main cake, Nicholas had ordered a separate mint green just for himself. I

NICHOLAS.TWELVE MONTHS AGO.I walked into the office that day to see my mother alongside five men dressed in suits and carrying a briefcase in each arm. There was an open document on the table next to a safe key."What is this?" I asked impatiently. I had just gotten off the phone with my mother earlier when she told me this was about my father and how he'd left something behind for me.It had been six years since he passed so it didn't make much sense that we're only just now finding out he had a will. My eyes dropped to the document on the table and then to my mother. These men were lawyers next to her."Your father left you something," She said. My blood boiled hearing those words—your father because he wasn't that for most of my life. "Why would I ever want anything from that man?" I scowled."Just hear me out Nicholas," My mother's plea calmed me. But I did have some questions. "It's been six years and you're just now coming with some bullshit two-dollar asset?" I cussed. One of