Living With CEO

DISCLAIMER – This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story is for entertainment purpose only.***                                     ***                              ***Coming back from the doctor’s clinic, completing the last set of my routine check-up makes me want to take a break from all of this and head out of this city for just a few weeks where I c

Things with me were going pretty much exciting, and as I was given a chit secretly while shaking the owner’s hand, it certainly added to my exhilaration. That was the first movie-like experience which happened to me in my boring life. Everything from then on changed which eventually landed me to where I am at present. I am brought back to the present time where the driver has stopped the car at the traffic signal and all the other cars are also waiting for the light to turn green. I look around and be grateful to be in such a happy place. This city is over the top beautiful with such interesting buildings, mountains, beaches, it is all there over here. I am excited to reach home and meet my wonderful husband who will be back home in a couple of days. Meeting him at the start when I made the best of the option that he had opened out in front of me. I rushed to the washroom as soon as he had left, just to open the chit and see what was w

Charles and I settled in the living room that only had a convertible couch while his helpers packed my clothes and books in the bedroom. I was embarrassed to serve him juice in the stainless steel glass when he said he was thirsty, but he picked it up from the tray like it didn’t matter to him at all what kind of glass he was being served the juice in. Someone who must have never drunk in any other glass except for the finest quality tumbler made with the best available material was drinking water in a stainless steel table glass because that was all I had at home. But he didn’t make any deal out of it, and that was another thing of his that appealed to me quite much. There are some people who are too lost in their so-called world that they lose touch with reality and don’t realize that many people are not on the same boat as theirs. There are middle-class people and low-class people as well who live just as fine in the thi

The entire shifting that included packing and unpacking was done by his servants. I later realized that they weren’t his assistants but his servants. He had one assistant, Edward Matthew, who I met when I was entering Charles’s mansion. He came to greet his boss and give him feedback on something that I didn’t understand then. Edward, who continues to be his assistant till the present date, is an average-looking guy, but he is amazingly smart in organizing things for Charles. He makes everything look so easy for him and does most of his work at the office and also at home. He is with us twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and stays in the staff accommodation which is also a part of the mansion. When I saw the staff quarters for the first time that I entered Charles’s home, I was super impressed with how big they were and the facilities that were provided to them. Charles himself had taken me for a round in the

On opening the door, I saw cheerful faces of Charles and a very beautiful lady who was sitting with him on the couch and listening to him talking when I entered the house. But if the lady was his love interest, why would he get her to meet me? She must be an important lady to him, I thought, with how close both of them seemed to me. “Olive, meet Erica, my best friend,” said Charles.Best friend? I felt weird to some extent because if she was his best friend, then why didn’t he ever mention her to me in all the two months that I had been there with him? Was there a new best friend scheme going on somewhere? Suddenly, after two months his so-called “best friend” appeared out of nowhere, and I was naturally feeling jealous of her. Had Charles confessed his love to me, meeting his best friends would have still been fine. But he seemed as happy with her as he had been with me in the time we had spent together,