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CHAPTER 119: DREAM'S BIRTHDAY.
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LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 120: MEDIA STORM.
Dream's POV I swear, I don’t know why I keep getting déjà vu anytime my so-called relationship with Gloss trends online. Each time the public creates a new narrative about us, the rumors burn fast, and die down just as quickly. So when the headlines exploded again this morning, I wasn’t even surprised. “Dream Corp’s CEO in a romantic scandal with his secretary.” “Office romance confirmed?” “Dream L. feeds his rumored boyfriend cake in front of the entire staff.” The photos were everywhere, on business blogs, entertainment sites, even in international finance columns that had no business caring about who I fed cake to. The image was clear, the angle perfect: me holding a fork, Gloss looking up at me with flushed cheeks and startled eyes. Romantic enough to spark chaos. I stared at my screen, scrolling through the mess as my phone vibrated nonstop. My PR manager had sent me thirty messages in the last hour. The board had called for an emergency meeting. Shareholders were asking fo
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 119: DREAM'S BIRTHDAY.
Gloss POV The morning began with chaos. It was barely eight, and the office was already humming louder than usual. Balloons, ribbons, confetti, everyone moved in synchronized panic, rushing to make everything perfect. Dream’s birthday wasn’t just a company celebration; it was a spectacle. The CEO of Dream Corp rarely allowed anything personal to be public, which made the surprise even more dangerous. And guess who was stuck in charge of decorations? Me. Of course! The irony didn’t escape me. I stood in the middle of the main hall with a clipboard in hand, eyes darting over half-done banners and crooked tablecloths. “The blue streamers go on the left, not the right!” I called. “And someone fix that balloon arch, it looks like it’s melting!” People scurried around, adjusting things at my command. The entire event was supposed to be a quiet surprise, just close staff, board members, and a few department heads. But even in a “small” gathering, nothing about Dream was ever small. The
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 118: THE NEW PROJECT.
Dream's POV The morning began quieter than usual, the kind of silence that filled a room before a storm. I sat in my office, scrolling through proposal files on my tablet, trying to focus on numbers, projections, anything that would keep my mind from wandering to Gloss. Every time I tried to think of something else, his face appeared again, those stubborn eyes, that ridiculous grin, the way he said things as if the world would crumble if he didn’t get the last word. After the “tie” incident yesterday, I could barely look at him without remembering how awkwardly he’d blurted it out. “I love your… tie.” The absurdity of it should’ve made me laugh, but instead, it unsettled me. I was the CEO, I shouldn’t be thinking about my assistant’s nervous stammer or the way his hands trembled when he held a file. Yet here I was, watching the clock, waiting for him to walk through the door like it was the most important event of my day. When he finally entered, the room shifted. His presence did
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 117: THE SYSTEM MALFUNCTION.
Gloss POV The morning after the chaos in Dream’s office felt like walking into a battlefield where everyone had forgotten who started the war. The tension was thick enough to chew, yet the office hummed with a weird mix of fear and curiosity. Whispers followed me down every hallway. People didn’t even bother to whisper quietly anymore, they wanted me to hear. “Did you see how Dream yelled at Adrian yesterday?” “I swear Gloss is hypnotizing him.” “Maybe he’s using tech. Or witchcraft.” “Honestly, I’d let him hypnotize me too.” I pretended not to hear any of it. My goal was simple, keep my head down, survive the day, avoid Dream’s gaze. The last one proved impossible the moment the elevator doors slid open and he stepped in. We stood shoulder to shoulder, silence heavy between us. The hum of the elevator filled the space like static. “Morning,” I said carefully. He didn’t answer. He didn’t even glance at me. His reflection in the steel doors looked carved in stone, jaw tight,
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 116: THE FALLOUT.
Dream's POV I didn’t sleep. All night, I replayed it, the brief touch of his lips, the startled look in his eyes, the way the world stopped for one reckless heartbeat. And then the anger that came after. The kind that burned low and constant, the kind that made me feel like I was losing control. When morning came, I pretended it hadn’t happened. Pretended he was just my assistant again, that his laugh didn’t echo in my head or that my chest didn’t tighten every time he walked past. He tried to speak to me in the kitchen when I came down. “Good morning…” “Coffee,” I said sharply, not looking up from the tablet. He hesitated, his tone soft. “You want sugar or…” “Black,” I said. “Like usual.” He nodded, went quiet. The clink of the cup on the counter sounded louder than it should have. The air was heavy. He moved carefully, like I might snap again. Maybe I would. I told myself it was better this way, professional distance, controlled silence. But the silence wasn’t peace. It w
LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM} CHAPTER 115: THE MISSION: KISS HIM.
Gloss POV The moment hung in the air like static. His words still echoed in my head, You fucking drive me insane. My back was still against the wall, his breath still warm on my face. The world had gone quiet, except for the thundering of my own heartbeat. Neither of us moved. His gaze was locked on mine, dark and unsteady. I didn’t know if he was about to kiss me or scream again. Maybe both. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back. The space between us filled with cold air and silence. He dragged a hand through his hair, muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t catch, and turned away. I stayed there for a second, trying to catch my breath. My heart didn’t get the memo that the fight was over. He walked to the bar, grabbed a glass, and poured himself a drink like he needed the world’s strongest distraction. I slowly peeled myself off the wall, straightening my shirt and pretending my entire soul hadn’t just short-circuited. “Are we done shouting now?” I asked, trying
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