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Lunch break was supposed to be a time to relax, eat something, or maybe even laugh a little with Brenda and Suzan after all these days of being off before going back to the stress of work. But that was not what happened.

Instead, I found myself staring at Brenda’s phone, my stomach twisting into a knot so tight I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Look at this,” Brenda said, pushing the phone closer to me, her voice low, like she wasn’t sure how I was going to react.

I looked down at the screen, and the moment I saw the post, my whole body went cold.

It was a picture of me, one I didn’t even know had been taken, and right above it was a long, nasty caption.

‘Cheaters never change. Some people act like they’ve moved on, but the truth is, they just hide their dirt better. I wonder how long it’ll take before the truth comes out.’

And then there were the comments.

Hundreds of them.

Some laughed. Some agreed. And some even go further to call me names, making jokes at my expense.

I felt sick li
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  • Mr. CEO Wants Me   094

    Nick’s kiss was a spark, his lips firm and warm against mine, igniting a heat that burned away the morning’s chaos—the cafeteria confrontation, Priya’s betrayal, the missing USB. His office door clicked shut behind us, the hum of the marketing floor muffled, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the faint creak of his desk as I leaned against it.His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, and I melted into him, my navy sweater catching on the wood, my body craving his touch after the day’s storm. The Brew & Bean stakeout loomed, but here, in this stolen moment, it was just us, and I needed him.I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against his, tasting coffee and the sharp edge of his desire. “Nick,” I whispered, my voice thick, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer until his body pressed against mine, his cock already hardening through his slacks. “I need you. Now.” My words were a plea, my pussy aching, the stress of Priya’s theft and Suzan’s lies fuel

  • Mr. CEO Wants Me   093

    I smoothened my slacks, and took a deep breath, the lobby’s quiet steadying me. “Okay,” I said, my voice calmer now, meeting their concerned gazes. “I’ll be careful, I promise. Thanks for pulling me out of there.” My gratitude was genuine, the weight of their support grounding me.Clara stopped pacing, her curls settling, her hand resting on my arm. “Just don’t do that again, Tracy,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “We’re on your side, but you scared me. Go find Nick, and stay out of trouble.” Her smile was small, encouraging, and I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for worrying her.David pushed off the wall, his grin returning but tempered. “Yeah, save the hero stuff for Brew & Bean,” he said, his tone light but his eyes serious. “Let us know if you need any help. I’m not great at spying, but I can make a mean distraction.” His offer made me laugh, easing the tension, and I gave them both a quick nod before heading to the elevators, my steps purposeful. The audit waited, but the my

  • Mr. CEO Wants Me   092

    Clara's revelation about Priya in the cafeteria, with Suzan and Jordan struck me like a spark, igniting a surge of anger that drowned out the hallway’s chatter and footsteps. My navy sweater felt too tight, my hands clenching as I pictured them sitting together, pretending everything was fine while Priya had stolen the USB and Suzan was planning a secret meeting with someone at Brew & Bean. They were in the cafeteria, and I needed to confront them now.“Clara, please cover for me if Mr. Lawrence asks where I am,” I said, my eyes meeting hers. “I’m going to the cafeteria. I have to talk to them.”Her eyes widened, her curls swaying as she grabbed my arm gently. “Tracy, please think about this. Confronting them in front of everyone could cause problems. Can’t you wait for Nick and Torres to do the talking?” Her concern was clear, but it only strengthened my resolve.“I can’t wait,” I said, easing my arm free, my slacks brushing softly as I turned. “They think they can deceive us. I’m go

  • Mr. CEO Wants Me   091

    Hannah’s voice was steady but strained, pulling me back as she tapped a bullet point. “Lawrence wants every asset tracked—mock-ups, budgets, even email chains. He’s acting like the board’s about to audit us personally. You think this is about the glitch?”I rubbed my temples, forcing my focus to her question, though my eyes flicked to the door, half-expecting Priya to walk in. “Probably,” I said, keeping my tone even. “The board heard rumors, and Lawrence is covering his bases. Let’s prioritize the mock-up revisions and budget logs—those are the hotspots. Pull the design files and I’ll handle the financials.”Hannah nodded, her brown eyes grateful. “You’re a lifesaver, Tracy. I’ll have the files by noon. Sorry to dump this on you—you look like you’ve got enough going on.” Her concern was genuine, and I managed a small smile, touched by her warmth despite the weight of my suspicions.“It’s all good,” I said, standing to stretch, my navy sweater pulling taut. “Team effort, right? Let me

  • Mr. CEO Wants Me   090

    The sharp buzz of my alarm jolted me awake, dawn’s gray light seeping through my curtains. I fumbled for my phone, silencing it, and dialed Nick, my voice hoarse as I sat up, the chill of the morning prickling my skin. He answered on the first ring, his tone alert despite the hour. “Tee, you’re up. What’s going on? You sound tense.”I swung my legs over the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor, and took a breath. “I am. Last night, Priya came to my apartment. She said Clara gave her my address. She overheard Suzan in the design lab, on the phone, planning to meet someone at Brew & Bean tonight to ‘get a file.’ Priya sounded scared, Nick, but something about her felt wrong. Too nervous, like she wasn’t telling me everything.”Nick’s voice tightened, a rustle suggesting he was moving. “Brew & Bean keeps coming up. Priya’s new and could she be trusted? What if she is feeding you half-truths to throw us off? What’s your gut say?”I stood, pacing to my dresser, my reflection pale in th

  • Mr. CEO Wants Me   089

    The city streets blurred past as Nick’s car sped away from Haven Enterprises, the USB drive was secured in my jeans pocket. My heart still raced from our close call in the design lab, the memory of those footsteps and the sweeping flashlight etched into my nerves.I leaned against the passenger seat, the cool leather grounding me, and glanced at Nick, his jaw tight but his eyes bright with the same adrenaline coursing through me. The streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his face, and I felt a surge of gratitude for his steadiness, his willingness to dive into this mess with me.“We did it,” I said, my voice low, a mix of relief and determination. “I believe this file ties Jordan and Suzan to the sabotage. Tomorrow, we hand it to Torres and figure out our next move.”Nick nodded, his hand resting on the gearshift, his fingers brushing mine briefly. “Yeah, someone was in that hallway. If they saw us, this whole thing could get screwed.” His tone was calm, but the warning was clear,

  • Mr. CEO Wants Me   088

    The marketing floor was a hive of activity as I stepped out of the break room, the soda can cool in my hand, its fizz still bubbling against my nerves. The hum of printers and the clatter of keyboards filled the air, but my mind was locked on Torres’s revelation—Suzan accessing a backup file after Marcus’s login, her phone call.I wove through the cubicles, my cream slacks brushing softly, and headed toward my desk, ready to check the Reid Corps follow-up reports. But before I could sit, Mr. Lawrence’s voice cut through the noise, calling from the conference room doorway.“Ms. Bennett, a moment, please,” he said, his gray suit impeccable, his expression stern as always.Beside him stood Ms. Carver, a board member known for her piercing questions and zero patience for delays.My stomach tightened—board members didn’t drop by for casual chats.I nodded, setting my soda on my desk, and followed them into the conference room, the glass walls giving a clear view of the bustling floor.Clar

  • Mr. CEO Wants Me   087

    The first rays of dawn crept through the blinds of Nick’s apartment, painting faint stripes across the hardwood floor where I stood, stretching my arms above my head. I’d stayed the night, the warmth of his bed and the memory of our closeness lingering, but sleep had been restless, I kept thinking about the workstation we planned to check tonight. I wore one of Nick’s T-shirts, the hem brushing my thighs as I padded to the window, the city waking below in a soft haze of light. My coffee mug steamed on the sill, and I sipped it, the bitterness grounding me as I braced for the day.Nick stirred behind me, his footsteps soft as he joined me, his arms slipping around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Morning, Tee,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, his breath warm against my neck. “You’re up early. Thinking about our mission?”I leaned into him, his solidity easing the knot in my chest. “Yeah. I keep replaying everything—Suzan’s email, Jordan’s attitude, that coffee shop.

  • Mr. CEO Wants Me   086

    The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the park near Haven Enterprises, where I’d slipped away to clear my head after the archive room meeting. I sat on a wooden bench, the faint rustle of leaves and distant laughter of kids on a playground softening the edges of my thoughts.My phone rested in my lap, a text to Ella half-typed: “Coming this weekend with Nick. How’s Mom holding up?” The Suzan-Marcus email weighed on me, a knot of suspicion tightening with every new clue, but I needed a moment to breathe, to reconnect with family before diving back into the mystery. I hit send, watching a squirrel dart across the grass, and let the park’s calm settle over me.Ella’s reply came fast: “Mom’s stressed but hiding it. Dad’s being a stubborn mule. Nick’s coming? OMG!”I stood, brushing off my green dress, and headed toward the office to grab my bag. The park’s peace lingered, but Suzan’s guarded face and Jordan’s evasiveness crept back, sharpening my focus. Torres’s workstation logs wo

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