Mr. CEO, Do you think I'm pretty too?

DISCLAIMER: This book is a work of fiction, events and characters are all made up and even if they pose some resemblance to real people, it’s purely coincidental. For younger readers, viewers discretion is advised, because there will be some mention of violence, foul languages, and sexual contents. Regards, Author-san 💕 . . . . The office building was eerily hushed since most of its workers had already clocked out for the day, leaving only a handful of employees behind and that included Vivian Mercer. A spirited yet easy going secretary at D&_S modelling agency. After spending a good three years of her life working here, where she was only promoted to being assistant manager last year, Vivian was already accustomed to these halls. But now as she walked through these familiar corridors again she couldn’t understand why her heart became so restless and her back broke out in a cold sweat, maybe it was the thought of meeting Damien in his office after closing hours that put her o

The raw hunger in his voice, the way he spoke to her, the way he moved, it was all heady and she didn’t want him to stop. Her body responded before her mind could even catch up, her own desire rising to meet up with his. She wanted him too, more than she had ever allowed herself to admit. And here he was, offering her everything she had secretly wanted. Vivian shock her head. “I don’t want you to stop.” She admitted. Without another word, Damien closed the final gap between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, demanding, filled with all the pent-up yearning that had been building between them. Vivian gasped against his mouth, her hands instinctively reaching out to grab his shoulder for support, holding on dearly as her world was tilted on its axis. For three years, she had been by his side, shadowing his every move, while helping him run the agency. She had seen many women flock around him, many of these models begged to be with him, to

Vivian had styled her brown hair up, neatly tied back in a ponytail, keeping her look sleek and tidy. She slipped on her round-rimmed glasses, which framed her warm brown eyes, adding a touch of intellectual charm to her appearance. Feeling a bit more confident this time around, Vivian Mercer sashayed out of her apartment, her bag and files in hand. The drive down town was as usual, and the sun had long risen into the sky, ushering a new day for everyone. As she stepped into the bustling modelling agency, the atmosphere was electric with energy. Models were scattered around the spacious, modern lobby, some practicing their walks, others reviewing their portfolio with the agents. The air was filled with the hum of conversations, punctuated by occasional laughter and the clicking of heels against the polished marble floors. This was her life, and it swelled her with pride of be able to work here. The receptionist, a young man with a snarky attitude greeted her first, the gum in his mou

CHAPTER SEVEN Vivian, caught in the middle of their silent battle, felt her heart race. The tension between the two men was palpable, and it was drawing unwanted attention from the surrounding employees. She knew Damien’s habit of pushing people’s buttons, and Bruce’s strong sense of justice made him the perfect target. Damien was smug, calculating, and unyielding, always demanding respect without asking for it. Bruce, on the other hand, was honorable and steadfast, a man who had always stood up for what was right. But today, in the presence of Damien, Bruce’s usual calm demeanor was cracking. He was infuriated and Damien could tell, judging by the smug smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “you should watch the way you speak to an officer of the law, Mr. Sullivan…” said Bruce, refusing to let go. “oh? And what happens when I don’t?” Damien’s eyes narrowed down, daring Bruce to make the first move. At least they had one thing in common, the

CHAPTER NINE *KNOCK*KNOCK* Came the rapping on his door which was then followed by a familiar voice calling out to him. his thoughts which were put on overdrive suddenly calmed when Vivian pushed the door open. Her expression serious and her brows scrunched together. She didn’t look too happy and he could only guess why… “Dami-Mr. Sullivan” Vivian caught herself in time as she stepped into the office, her heels echoing in the expanse of the office as she walked towards his desk. “Vivian,” VIVIAN’S POV In all honesty, today when I had come in to work, I had not expected to be bullied by Lisa and her proxies. I swear to God, sometimes she could be such a child and I wanted to put her in her place. But for the peace, I took every snarky and gut-wrenching comment she had spewing out of her gutter mouth. But, above all I sure as hell hadn’t expected to bump into Bruce at the agency. My heart nearly dropped when Damien was added into the equation. To be honest, It was kind of hot be p