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BOOK 2: CHAPTER 11: The Morning Date
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I’m Back, Mr. CEO BOOK 2: CHAPTER 11: The Morning Date
The doorbell rings at nine in the morning, and I seriously consider ignoring it.I’m still in my pajamas, my hair is a disaster, and I haven’t slept more than three hours. Every time I closed my eyes last night, I saw Adrian’s face, heard his voice saying *I love you* like it was a prayer and a confession all at once.The doorbell rings again. Persistent.“Mom, someone’s at the door!” Ethan yells from his room.“I know!” I yell back, shuffling toward the entrance in my fuzzy socks.I check the peephole and freeze.Lucas.Standing in my hallway with two coffee cups and a determined expression that somehow looks both adorable and terrifying.Oh God. I look like death. I’m wearing my oldest pajamas, the ones with the faded coffee stains, and I’m pretty sure there’s mascara smudged under my eyes from yesterday.“Serena, I know you’re looking through the peephole,” Lucas calls out, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “And I don’t care what you look like. Open the door.”“I’m not dressed
I’m Back, Mr. CEO BOOK 2: CHAPTER 10: The Seed of Doubt (Continued)
What if he really could be different this time?“Stop it,” I say out loud, and a passing couple gives me a weird look.I don’t care. I need to hear myself say it.“Stop rewriting history. Stop making excuses for him. Stop wondering what if. He had years, YEARS, to change. To go to therapy. To be better. And he chose not to. Every single day, he chose not to.”A woman walking her dog nods approvingly as she passes. “You tell him, honey.”I laugh, the sound slightly hysterical.My Uber pulls up. I climb in, giving my address, and lean my head against the window.The driver’s playing soft jazz, and it reminds me of Lucas. Of his steady presence. The way he makes me laugh. The way he looks at me like I’m a person, not a prize to be won or a mistake to be fixed.I pull out my phone and look at his text again.Then I scroll up to Adrian’s messages, the ones I’ve been ignoring since the dinner.**“Thank you for tonight. For listening. For giving me a chance to explain. I know I have a long w
I’m Back, Mr. CEO BOOK 2: CHAPTER 9: The Seed of Doubt
I didn’t go home.Instead, I have the Uber drop me off at the waterfront, where the city lights reflect off the black water like broken promises. It’s cold, the kind of October night that bites through my jacket, but I need it. I need something sharp to cut through the fog in my head.I find a bench facing the water and sit.*What the hell am I doing?*The question loops in my mind, over and over, like a song I can’t turn off.Adrian loves me. He said he loves me. Correction, he said he never stopped loving me, which is somehow worse because it means all those years, all that pain, he loved me while he destroyed me. What kind of love is that? What kind of person loves someone and lets them suffer the way he let me suffer?But then I hear his voice again, broken and raw: *Hurt people hurt people. Broken people break people.*Is that an excuse? Or is it just the truth?I pull my phone out, staring at Lucas’s text from earlier. Simple. Supportive. No drama. No grand declarations. Just, *
I’m Back, Mr. CEO BOOK 2: CHAPTER 8: Too Late, Adrian
“And yet you still let me suffer for years after that realization.”“Because I’m a coward.” He says it simply. “I was too proud to admit I was wrong. Too scared to face what I’d done. So I let it continue. I let Vivian stay. I let her keep turning Ethan against you. I let you become a stranger to your own son because admitting the truth meant admitting I’d destroyed everything good in my life.”I take another sip of wine, my hand shaking slightly. “Why are you telling me this?”“Because you deserve the truth. All of it. Not the version where I make myself look better or where I minimize what I did.” He leans forward, eyes intense. “I destroyed you, Serena. I took a beautiful, loving, trusting woman and I broke her piece by piece until she had to leave just to survive. That’s on me. All of it.”“Finally, something we agree on.”“But here’s what I’ve learned in therapy.” His voice drops. “Hurt people hurt people. And broken people break people. I was so damaged by my father, so twisted
I’m Back, Mr. CEO BOOK 2: CHAPTER 7: The Confession
**Few Days Later**I changed outfits four times before settling on the black dress.Not the one that makes me look untouchable. Not the one that screams power and success. Just a simple black dress that says I’m a woman having dinner, nothing more, nothing less.Except it’s everything more.Clara called me three times today, begging me to cancel. Ethan looked at me over breakfast with worry in his eyes that’s too old for thirteen. Even Diana cornered me at the office, asking if I was sure I knew what I was doing.The answer is no. I have no idea what I’m doing.But I’m doing it anyway.Adrian chose a restaurant on the outskirts of the city. Quiet. Private. Not the kind of place where we'd be photographed or interrupted. When I told Lucas about the dinner, he went quiet for a long moment before saying, “Just, be careful. With your heart.”Like my heart is something fragile that needs protecting.Maybe it is.The Uber drops me off at seven exactly. I see Adrian through the window before
I’m Back, Mr. CEO BOOK 2: CHAPTER 6: The Unwanted Visitor
I’m staring at spreadsheets when the intercom buzzes.It’s Monday morning, and I’ve been at my desk since six, throwing myself into work because it’s easier than thinking about the two flower arrangements currently sitting in my living room. The peonies are on the coffee table. The roses are by the window. I keep moving them around like different locations will somehow make the decision easier.“Ms. Moore?” My assistant’s voice crackles through. “There’s someone here to see you. He doesn’t have an appointment, but he says it’s important.”I don’t even look up. “Tell them to schedule through you like everyone else.”A pause. “He says his name is Adrian Moore.”My pen stops mid-signature.The office suddenly feels too small, too hot. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, that familiar panic response that comes from years of being ambushed, cornered, made to feel small in my own space.Except this is my space now. My company. My empire.And he doesn’t get to just show up here.“Tell him I’
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