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The Dinner

Author: Victoria Solenna
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-13 20:38:47

Dinner was a quiet affair—just the two of them in their formal dining room, separated by six feet of polished mahogany.

Leon had changed into more casual clothes—dark slacks, a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Without the suit jacket, he looked younger. Almost approachable.

Almost.

"Did you review the guest list?" he asked as the first course was served—some kind of soup that probably had a French name Amira couldn't pronounce.

"Most of it. There are a lot of names."

"Focus on the first twenty pages. Those are the ones who matter." He lifted his spoon with perfect precision. "The rest are just filler."

Amira bristled at his dismissive tone. "Just filler. How lovely."

"It's the truth. In our world, there are players and there are props. You need to know which is which." He took a sip of his soup without any visible reaction to the temperature. "Speaking of which, we've been invited to a charity luncheon on Thursday. The Grandview Hotel."

"Another event?"

"A smaller one. Tw
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  • Trapped With The Blind CEO   Chapter 21

    Samuel was waiting in the car outside, as always. He opened the door for her, his expression professionally neutral."Home, Mrs. Mercer?"Amira almost said yes. But then she thought of the empty house, of waiting around until tonight's dinner, of more hours trapped in Leon's world."Actually," she said impulsively, "can we make a stop first? There's a fabric district downtown. I'd like to see it."Samuel hesitated. "Mr. Mercer didn't mention any additional stops.""I'm not asking Mr. Mercer. I'm asking you." Amira met his gaze steadily. "Unless you need his permission to take me anywhere?"Something flickered in Samuel's eyes. Respect, maybe. Or warning."The fabric district," he said finally. "But we'll need to be back by five. You have to prepare for a dinner meeting.""That's fine."The drive took forty minutes through midday traffic. Amira spent most of it staring out the window, watching the city transform from glass towers to older buildings, industrial spaces converted into bou

  • Trapped With The Blind CEO   Chapter 20

    Amira’s POVAmira woke to pale morning light slicing through the curtains like an accusation.She hadn’t slept well. Every time she’d closed her eyes, she’d seen Leon’s face—or rather, the dark glasses that hid it. Heard his calm voice dismantling her suspicions with surgical precision.I am blind. The fire took my sight. That’s not a lie.Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe she really was losing her mind.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.Vivienne Hartley: 10 AM. Don’t be late.Amira groaned into the pillow. Another session with Vivienne—another few hours of being dissected and rebuilt into the perfect Mrs. Leon Mercer. She wasn’t sure how much more “perfection” she could take.By the time she showered and dressed—a cream sheath Vivienne would probably critique anyway—it was already nine-fifteen. She’d have to face breakfast with Leon.Her hand hovered on the doorknob. She could skip it. Avoid him. But that would look like a retreat. And Amira Mercer didn’t retreat.The breakfast

  • Trapped With The Blind CEO   chapter 19

    That night, Amira sat at her desk with her notebook open, staring at her observations. Leon's explanations echoed in her mind, each one perfectly reasonable, each one impossible to refute. Maybe I am wrong, she thought. Maybe he really is blind and I'm just paranoid. But something in her gut still whispered that nothing was as it seemed. She picked up her pen and wrote one final note at the bottom of the page: Either I'm losing my mind, or he's the most skilled performer I've ever encountered. I don't know which is worse. She closed the notebook and tried to sleep. But even in her dreams, she saw Leon's face—the dark glasses that hid everything—and wondered what truth lay behind them. ... Leon's POV The lock clicked behind him — three tumblers, brass and final. Leon knew the sound as well as his own heartbeat. The hallway beyond was empty; the performance complete. Amira’s tests had come one after another — the bracelet, the glass, the luncheon column — all disman

  • Trapped With The Blind CEO   chapter 18

    The car ride home was suffocatingly silent. Amira stared out the window, replaying every moment of the luncheon in her mind. Every test. Every observation. The falling glass. Leon's perfect navigation. His flawless explanations. She felt foolish. Paranoid. Like she was seeing patterns in shadows. Samuel pulled up to the Mercer estate, and Leon waited for her to exit first before following. She guided him inside, through the foyer, down the hallway toward their separate wings. It wasn't until they reached the split in the corridor—where her rooms went left and his went right—that Leon finally spoke. "My study. Now." His tone left no room for argument. Amira's stomach dropped, but she followed him, her hand settling on his arm as she guided him through the familiar path to his private study. Once inside, he closed the door with a soft click that sounded like a trap snapping shut. Leon moved to his desk with that eerie precision she'd noticed before, then turned to face her. He d

  • Trapped With The Blind CEO   The Luncheon II

    Midway through the meal, Camila's voice cut through the ambient noise, bright and deliberately loud. "Amira! Darling, you look lovely!" Every head in the vicinity turned. Amira forced a smile and turned to see Camila approaching, Darren trailing reluctantly behind. "Camila. What a surprise." "Surprise? We're always at this luncheon." My family has supported this charity for years." Her smile was all teeth. "You remember, don't you? We attended together last year. When you and Darren were still..." "That was another lifetime," Amira said smoothly, every word practiced. "This is my husband, Leon Mercer," she continued, her hand tightening slightly on his arm. "Leon, Camila Eve and Darren Cole." Leon inclined his head with perfect politeness. "Miss Eve. Mr. Cole." Darren extended his hand, and Amira watched with intense focus as Leon reached out. His hand found Darren's with only the slightest hesitation—exactly the right amount of uncertainty for a blind man who'd spent years

  • Trapped With The Blind CEO   The Luncheon

    Samuel drove them to the Grandview Hotel. Leon sat beside her in the backseat, immaculate in a charcoal suit, his dark glasses firmly in place. He'd been mostly silent during the drive, his jaw tight with what might have been tension or simply focus. "Remember," he said as the car slowed, "guide me naturally. Not like a nurse leading a patient. Like a wife who wants to be close to her husband." "I know." "And if Darren approaches—" "I'll handle it." Her voice was sharper than intended. Leon's mouth curved slightly. "Good. Before they got out, Amira made her first move. She "accidentally" dropped her clutch between the seats—a small leather purse that made almost no sound when it fell. Leon didn't react. Didn't turn his head. Didn't acknowledge it at all. She waited, watching him carefully. Nothing. Maybe he really didn't hear it, she thought, retrieving the clutch herself. Or maybe he's just very good at this. "Ready?" Leon asked, his tone neutral. "Ready."

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