All Chapters of TOO LATE TO WANT ME BACK, MR CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AuroraHe stared at me. I stared back at him. I was ready to walk away, but for some reason, I stood there. Against my will.“What do you want?” I asked him.He stepped out of the elevator, glancing this way and that. “I came to see you,” he muttered, looking like a boy caught in the act.“That’s wrong?” I said quickly, ridding my voice of emotion.“What?” He blinked.“You heard me,” I added. “Now, if you won’t tell me why you’re here, I’m sure there are other things that are worth your time.”“Aurora…”“Don’t!” I stopped him. “Ever mention that name again.”“I’m here to see you,” he said again.Alright. That was it. He wasn’t worth my time.I walked off down the hallway, hoping to leave him there. Hoping that he’d just get into the elevator and walk off.And fuck off.He didn’t do any of that.He followed. I could feel his gaze behind my back. “Aurora,” he called.“No,” I shot back and kept walking. I took a right and headed down, not entirely sure of where I was going.“Can we

Aurora“You look like hell,” Patrice slowly sat down as I dropped the pile of folders into the desk before dropping into the seat.“Cause I just encountered hell,” I said. “Accepting this project was a horrible plan. What was I thinking?”“You didn't accept this project, remember? The board forced your hand. ““Exactly,” I affirmed. “Because rejecting a good project like this one in the name of family drama? The directors are going to think I'm crazy.”“Still, it's not your fault,” I replied. “I could have said no.”“You did the right thing by accepting the project,” Patrice's voice grew soft. “And even better, by choosing me to spearhead the project.”Despite myself, I laughed. “Did you just admit that?”She blinked. *What are you talking about?”I smirked. “You fought so hard to stop yourself from spearheading this project. And now, you're suddenly saying I did a good job?”“I didn't understand what was involved,” she defended. “I still believe you are the best person for this job.”

AuroraThe next few days that followed after Leon travelled were hectic. Because child management was suddenly added to my job description.Patrice, as a good friend and partner, took a bulk of the office work from my hands. I didn’t see it as frustrating, though. It was a pleasant thing having Theo at the office when he’s not attempting to break my glass desk.Or playing around the floor-to-ceiling windows.Sometimes, I had a panic attackOther times, Theo would be bored to death and spend a bulk of the day sleeping.Those days were my favourite.Because of Theo, I moved all executive meetings to Patrice's desk. I wasn’t comfortable with office executives walking in to meet me with a five-year-oldI understand I owe no one an apology, but I didn’t want anyone to harbour questions either.Today was one of those days when Theo behaved.It was 12 pm, and the young man was already fast asleep on the couch.I was at my desk now, looking at a few reports that I couldn’t handle while he m

AuroraThe entire downstairs lobby looked as if it had been hit by a natural disaster. The other floors were not so different either.Assistants were rushing in different directionsSecurity personnel were speaking into their radios now, and managers promised me to check the conference rooms.Patrice was seconds away from strangling someone.All of this was happening while Theo was here. In my office.With Damien.My heart had stopped when I couldn’t find him in my office an hour ago.I was seconds away from going nuts.My body moved fast. The men in the security room were suddenly having issues pulling up the security footage that afternoon.A reason I couldn’t explain.Every horrible thought I could think of raced through my mind.Theo could have left the building. He could have wandered into traffic.He could have gotten hurt.And all this time, the little, mischievous, young man was in my office, his hand in Damien’s, eyes shining brightly as if everything was okay.“Theo!” I sn

AuroraI’d be a liar if I didn’t acknowledge that the media was part of my problems.They were exhausting.One day, they’d be obsessed over celebrity gossip. The next day, they’d be meddling in billionaire feuds.This week, however, they thought that making my life their favourite hobby was a genius move.I was halfway through my first coffee and third report review when a figure barged into my office. Patrice. Of course. The young lady treated doors like decorative suggestions. “Good morning,” I said flatly, looking away from her.She tossed a tablet onto my desk. I blinked. “There’s nothing good about this morning, Aurora.”I looked away from my laptop screen to the screen beside it and instantly regretted it.On the tablet, a massive headline glared back at me. “CROSS INDUSTRIES AND ARIADNE HUNT ANNOUNCES LUXURY MENSWEAR PARTNERSHIP.”Below, there was a photograph of me and Leon leaving the Ariadne Hunt building, with Damien’s picture boxed into a small corner at the bottom of t