Lahat ng Kabanata ng Just Say Yes: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

He froze for the first second, then gave in. A soft sigh escaped as he kissed me back—still clumsy, without any real rhythm, but completely surrendered. His hand slid up my arm, gripping tight like he needed something solid to hold onto.It was enough to make me pull back. I broke the kiss before things went too far, drawing in a steady breath while I kept my eyes on him a moment longer than I should have.A quiet sound slipped from his lips as he leaned in closer, and that small movement shook what little control I had left.I caught his waist to steady him, but the motion only pulled us tighter together. His body pressed against mine, breath uneven, leaning into me with no resistance at all. It made it damn near impossible to think clearly.I kissed him again. Harder this time, with more pressure and less care. He responded right away—messy, unpracticed, but honest. His hands moved up my arms, fingers clutching the fabric of my shirt like he was afraid to let go.I trailed my mouth

StevanThe moment I stepped onto the executive floor, I felt the stares. Some were discreet, others blatant enough that there was no point pretending otherwise. No one had to say a word—the fact that I was late had already beaten me there.Everyone was already in the meeting room.My stomach knotted instantly. I knew my boss wouldn’t be the one presenting that report. He never did. I was the one who had built it from the ground up, organized every detail, and stayed late night after night making sure there wasn’t a single flaw.I paused by the water cooler and downed a few quick gulps, trying to ease the tension coiling through my body and dull the stubborn ache in my head. It didn’t help much.Outside the conference room door, I drew in a slow breath, squared my shoulders, and knocked twice before stepping inside—already bracing for what was coming.The atmosphere inside was thick enough to choke on. All conversation died the second I appeared.My boss fixed me with a glare heavy wit

EricI took a quick shower, slipped into my tailored black suit, and headed downstairs. I enjoy driving when I visit subsidiaries—always renting a car when I can. Today, though, the wheel felt strangely light in my hands. Or maybe it was just the low, constant hum of anticipation at the thought of seeing that waiter again—the one who refused to leave my head.The moment I stepped into the building, the tension in the air became almost tangible. It was the usual pattern: employees lowering their heads, quickening their steps, eyes darting away like I was contagious. But today there was something extra. A nervous electricity that felt almost suffocating.As I entered the department handling the meeting, I immediately spotted the source of that energy. One man was sweating bullets, hands fidgeting, gaze sliding away from mine like he carried guilt in his veins. The department head, no question.They greeted me with the predictable mix of fear and fake deference. The man stammered,“Mr. W

EricStevan’s reaction to my presence stirred something in me far more than it should have. As expected, he clearly thought I would bring up what happened at the club. I didn’t. I had already broken too many of my own rules for one man in less than twenty-four hours.I started with the report he had prepared. Even though I’d barely registered the presentation itself, the material was solid—excellent, actually. I value efficiency. I fabricated a few questions just to have a reason to extend the conversation and invite him to lunch with me.He looked visibly caught off guard. That familiar blush crept up his neck again, his breathing quickened just slightly, and that raw vulnerability slammed back into place. It was exactly the kind of reaction I was becoming addicted to. I enjoyed it. More than I should have.I assured him it was strictly business, but we both knew that was a lie. I could have handled everything right there in the meeting room. Instead, I wanted more time. I wanted to

StevanThe silence inside the car grew thicker with every passing second. I had no idea how to act around Eric after what happened at the club. Since he hadn’t mentioned a single word about it, I figured he wanted to keep that night buried.Maybe I should do the same. Stick to work. Keep things professional.“You don’t have to be so nervous around me,” he said suddenly, breaking the quiet.There was a hint of amusement in his voice and the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth—the same look he’d worn at the club.Heat flooded my face.“Sorry… honestly, it’s kind of hard not to feel a little nervous sitting in a car with the CEO of the company. It’s intimidating,” I tried to keep my tone light, but my voice came out shakier than I wanted.He glanced away from the road for a moment, one eyebrow lifting slightly.“Intimidating?”My heart stumbled. God. How could someone look even more attractive with just that small expression?“So I intimidate you?” he asked calmly, clearly