All Chapters of TOO LATE TO WANT ME BACK, MR CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DamienThe next morning was worse than the night. I was surprised I had not lost it yet.Or maybe I had, but the opportunity to explode had not presented itself.I got to the office looking like death. Leila took one look at me and disappeared. When she reappeared, it was to drop a cup of coffee on my desk.“You look awful,” she said.“Thanks,” I leaned back in my chair, taking a sip of the drink and looking at the ceiling. The warm espresso went down my throat like an attack.“Let me guess,” she sat down opposite me. “You didn’t sleep.”“No,” I said.She nodded. Maybe she was expecting that response. Maybe not. Did it matter? I didn’t know.“Are you eating?” She asked.“I’d like to focus on work now,” I said, looking away.Wrong answer. I shouldn’t have said that.“Jesus Christ,” Leila groaned.“I’m fine,” I said quickly.She gave me a look. “No, you’re not.’“I’m moving. I’m functioning. That's all that matters.”She shook her head. “That’s not the same thing.”I ignored her.“You

DamienI had developed a dangerous, self-destructive habit. Too dangerous.Apparently, everytime I saw Aurora’s face on a tabloid, I bought it. So, I stopped buying tabloids.Because each time I bought one, I’d instantly regretted it. But somehow, I kept buying. And buying. At this point, the amount of tabloids I had was enough to open a mini storeThis morning, I’d tossed another magazine at the desk, and Leila was standing before my desk.She glanced at it, then at me, then back at the magazine.“You know what you’re doing isn’t healthy,” she stared at me.I picked up the tabloid, read a paragraph, then threw it at the desk. Leila sighed. “And you both another one.”“Did I?” I looked away from her.“You literally threw it on your desk,” she cried.I looked at the desk, then looked at her, then looked away.The cover of this tabloid showed Leon and Aurora leaving a restaurant. It wasn’t anything inappropriate or romantic. It was just there.And somehow, that made it worse.The he

DamienThe sight of Genevieve on my couch made me regret coming back to the penthouse. I regretted opening the door that evening.How did she even get access?She stared at me, one hand casually swirling wine in a glass. Her designer bag was set beside the bottle of drink she was having.The most expensive on my cellar. Of course, what was I expecting.She sat there like she still belonged. Even when I’d expressely told her to stay away from me.Even when I’d abandoned the family house just to avoid her.I walked in and refused to sit. “What are you doing here?”She looked away from me and glanced around. “Nice place.”“That doesn’t answer my question,” I huffed.When she looked at me, the small smirk on her face faltered.Probably because I wasn’t giving her what she expected. There was no warmth, nostalgia or lingering affection from my end.Just plain indifference.That apparently, bothered her. Interesting.“You’ve been different lately,” she said.“So, are you,” I replied, then

Damien Aside one thing, I would have considered today my lucky day. I just didn't know to expect the day to go the way it did. I didn't know what to think when Leila brought the news of the scandal against Aurora on my desk.Part of me felt bad that the lady was being dragged about on the Internet because of false information.I felt like stepping and doing a saviour like rescue. But on second thought, there was Leon in the picture. I didn't know the status of their relationship, so I didn't know if it was wise to swing in or stay silent. A tiny part of me on the other hand, was happy that the world knew that we were together at some point. “What are you going to do about it?” Leila asked.I rocked my desk chair lightly, holding Leila's tablet with two hands. “I have no idea,” I said.“You must be having a field day,” she noted I looked up from the tablet to meet her gaze. “What are you talking about?”“I mean, seeing you perfectly calm with the news of your ex-wife dragged onl

DamienAll the eyes in the room, including Aurora’s landed on me. On a normal day, this would be an excellent opportuinity to display the analytical business man in me.Today was an exception. It seemed like the universe had othe r plans.The man, whom virtually all the partners here seemed to respect, and most likely had something going on with Aurora had just thrown me a curve ball. One I had not anticipated coming.I adjusted my suit. “The scandal as we know it was one that Ms. Harrington couldn’t handle. She didn’t bring the scandal upon herself. I’m sure whoever did this had anticipated that this would happen.”“That’s a very emotional point you’ve got there,” Leon looked at the folder in his hand.“Speaking of emotional,” Mr. Hardman was seconds away from exploding. “Why don’t you inform us of your relationship with Ms. Harrington.”I blinked. “What?”“He does have a point, Mr. Cross,” a blonde lady across the room I had learnt was Ms. Fredrick shot at me. “The tabloids mention