One more kiss, Mr. CEO

Chapter 1 I let out a sigh as I peered out of the plane. Tears brimmed in my eyes and if I was being truthful, I really didn't know what made me want to cry. Was it the hand that held mine, that assured me that no matter what he would be by my side? Or was it the fact that, even as our hands locked, I still felt desolate? I wasn't sure, and I looked away before he could see the tears that threatened to spill. My second hand rubbed over my bump and I wondered just for a second before I forced my mind off him, how the father of my baby was doing. It would be nighttime in New York so he probably was in bed with her… I gulped, shutting my eyes as I held onto my man's hand tightly. "You will be fine, Zora," Derek whispered in my ears and I knew he must have noticed the tears in my eyes. "I promise, you will be fine. We will." And I believed him. Because I had to. For the sake of my unborn child and maybe a part of me was hoping it was for the sake of us. For the sake of the tiny b

Chapter 3 I did my stuff at the very last minute. I never met up with time and getting out of my cozy bed was something I always did with difficulty. I was lazy, I knew that much and it was funny because I worked as a waitress in a restaurant. "It's 12:30, Zora," Kathy shouted as she strolled into the room. "Don't keep your Prince Charming waiting." She threw me a wink and I glared at her. "Aren't you supposed to be at work, Kat?" I groaned, slipping into baggy pants, and a purple crop top. "I could do without your presence." "I love you too." She laughed, as her eyes wandered over me. "What are you wearing?" I rolled my eyes, grabbing my phone from the table. "Whatever it looks like," I replied with a grin pulling the hoodie over my head. "I'm off." When I called in sick at my workplace, I was granted permission immediately which surprised me because not only were we short on waitresses these days, the manager wasn't someone that approved shitty excuses to skip work. "Get s

Chapter 5 I wasn't sure what I expected when I got down from Elliot Garrett's car, but the chilly breeze that hit me was not it. I shivered, my body getting used to the cold as I flagged down a taxi. I hugged myself tight as I rushed into the car. "Chicken and Co, Restaurant." Five minutes later, I was in front of my workplace. The cars were more than thirty, something that hasn't happened in a long while, and people were scurrying in and out of the restaurant. Snickering to myself, I pulled my hoodie over my face as I ambled towards the entrance. "Move." I blinked, turning around to see a pregnant woman with a boy struggling to get into the restaurant. For a second, I wondered if the Manager put up a promo but then, I would have known about it. I hurried towards the kitchen, nodding at some staff as I walked past them. "Hey, Bella," I whispered to one of my colleagues. "Is something wrong?" "Zora…" She screamed. I narrowed my eyes at her, swiftly clamping my hand over her mouth

Chapter 7 "Zora." I threw off my sneakers, as I walked into the room, ignoring Kathy's call. "Zora." She yelled again and I knew if I didn't reply this time, my best friend might just murder me. I turned around, letting out a sigh as I stared at Kathy, raising my eyebrows. "What?" I rolled my eyes at her. She was smiling at me which made me narrow my eyes. "Did Fredrik propose to you or something?" Fredrik was her boyfriend and even though they have been together for just two months, Kathy was head over heels for the guy. And the guy was cool so I had not a single problem with their relationship. She rolled my eyes at me, her eyes holding this glint to them. "I wish." She huffed. "But that's not it, Zora. Tell me, how did the meeting with Elliot Garrett go?" I hopped on the bed and pushed my hair into the pillow. "Bad. He is a jerk." I felt the bed dip beside me and the next second, my best friend smacked me on my butt. "Elliot Garrett? Who are you to call Elliot Garrett a j

Chapter 9 It was one thing to be in one of the most affluent companies in the country but to stand in the CEO's office with a dashing young man staring right at you, was something I could have fainted from. Averting my gaze from his, my eyes scanned through his office, taking in the beautiful decor. Starting from the small parlor on the left side of the office with a long sofa and small glass table in front of it, a 60-inch flat-screen tv, a refrigerator to the left, a water heater, and back to the main dish. Seated at the center of the office was a big glass table with two black leather chairs situated in front of him. To his side were a telephone, a notepad, a stack of beautifully designed pens, and an award frame with his laptop situated directly in front of him. I let out a short breath as I brought my eyes back to him, letting them hold the god-like being before me. I had seen him before but the way his black hair smoothed backward, and how professional he looked suited up