Romans de Chizzy Black

Zayden“No, sir. We haven’t seen anyone like that come here,” the receptionist said.I nodded and walked out.It had been three weeks since that night, but I still couldn’t understand why I couldn’t get her out of my head.There was something about her that drew me in.I rubbed my forehead and clenched my jaw.What was I even doing here?What was I going to tell her?That I was sorry?That I took something precious from her while she was drunk?I couldn’t vividly remember her face, but I could still remember that night as if it had happened yesterday.My phone buzzed.“Boss, we’ve got him,” Marcus whispered through the phone.“Play with him until I come. But don’t kill him.”“Noted, boss.”I ended the call and headed straight to my penthouse downtown.I walked into the room where Marcus had been holding him.My eyes immediately landed on the man tied to the chair.He was already bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but somehow, he was smiling.It was the kind of smile that made my s

Zayden“Stop right there, young man.”Dad’s cold voice echoed through the living room.I froze halfway up the staircase, my fingers tightening around the railing. My jaw locked as I slowly turned.He sat in his usual chair, his glasses resting low on his nose. The magazine in his hands was open, but he wasn’t reading it anymore.“I got a call from Chairman Peterson,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “You’ve been avoiding meeting with Edwina again?”I dragged a hand over my face before letting it fall to my side.“Dad, if she really wanted a partnership, she would request a meeting at the workplace instead of choosing these—”“Enough.”The word cracked through the room.My teeth pressed together.He slowly removed his glasses and placed them on the table beside him.“You always think you’re smarter than everyone else.”I stared at him without answering.“That arrogance of yours will be the reason you lose everything one day.”My fingers curled into my palms.I refused to give him the sa

KATEI... It was the stranger from that night.Oh, my God.I was so dead.I could see the tattoo on his chest through the few buttons he'd left undone. That was enough to convince me.It was him.Zayden Whitmore?How?I rubbed my forehead and pressed my lips together.I felt like crying.I just hoped he wouldn't recognize me.“Mr. Whitmore,” my boss said, immediately getting to his feet and jerking me out of my thoughts.Zayden gave him a brief nod.“Let's go to the conference hall. I want everyone present.”His voice was deep, calm, and firm.My boss nodded. “Of course.”He turned to me. “Come with us.”I slowly stood up, still struggling to process everything.We followed Zayden out of the office. By the time we reached the conference hall, almost everyone in the company was already there.The room was filled with anxious faces and quiet whispers.Zayden walked to the front and looked around at everyone before speaking.“My name is Zayden Whitmore. I believe you all know me.”His ey

ZaydenThe moment I walked into the dining room, the room went quiet.All eyes fell on me.My father sat at the head of the table. My stepmother was beside him, with Adrian and Ryan on either side.No one smiled when they saw me.Neither did I.My father pointed toward the empty chair."Sit."I did.Shortly after, the food was served, but my father's eyes remained on me, watching silently.The moment the last plate was placed on the table, he broke the awkward silence."Why have you been avoiding Edwina?"I looked at him, my fork paused over my plate."I'm not."My stepmother gave a mocking laugh."Of course you aren't."I ignored her and continued eating in silence."She's called you repeatedly. You don't answer. She came to your office, and you left without even speaking to her.""I was busy, Father.""You always have an excuse," my stepmother interrupted.My father looked at her."Clara."She ignored him and continued."Do you know how humiliating it is to have Edwina's mother call

KateFour shots of margaritas.That was how many I had taken.Maybe four was too many, but at that moment, I didn't care.Judging by the way the world was spinning around me, I was definitely drunk.I laughed and ruffled my hair before lazily dragging my feet toward the receptionist.My vision was a little hazy, but I could still make out my way to the front desk."Hi... I need a room," I whispered, placing my card on the counter as I stumbled slightly.The receptionist glanced at me. "Of course. Do you have a reservation?"I shook my head. "No.""That's okay. May I see your ID, please?"I fumbled through my bag and handed it to her.She typed something into the computer before looking back at me."How many nights will you be staying?""I... I'm not sure. Just one night for now."She nodded. "Okay. Here's your key card. You're in room 108. The elevators are just down the hall to your right.""Thank you," I murmured, taking the card.I walked down the hall, trying to keep myself steady