Todos los capítulos de Working Under the CEO: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

He took a deep breath in through his nose and threw the paper on the floor. Mia watched as the crushed receipt fell on the ground. Before she could voice out against it, Damon was cornering her. Within a minute, she was pressed against the wall and his body.    A shiver ran down her spine as his cold breath fanned her face. Mia wanted to scream. This was not happening again! But for some reason, she couldn't do anything but watch his eyes. His hand came towards her cheek, and she inhaled sharply, anticipating his touch.    "Tell me if you don't want this" He whispered.     She stayed quiet. Mia arched into his touch, letting him cradle her cheek. Her boss leaned forward and slammed their lips together. She whimpered softly as Damon bit down on her bottom lip, their kiss growing deeper and more overwhe

When they took the elevator, there was no one else with them—That's why Mia was able to express her anger. Unfortunately just as he was about to answer her, the lift stopped, and a guy stepped inside. Silvas.      Silvas Tate was a low-level number cruncher, a nerd. A bit of a loner. From the looks of the time of day, he was the one who was sent to pick up lunch orders to bring back for the more senior staffer in his section of the company. They talked only twice. Both the times to order lunch for Damon. She didn't know much about him except that he kept to himself.     Damon immediately took a step back, giving her enough space to breathe.     "Mr Tate," The CEO said as he crowded himself against the back wall to one side of the elevator.   

/His POV/  As Damon walked back to his office, he realised that Mia had power over him, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He was naturally so drawn to her, and it felt impossible to resist her. Finally, in the relative safety of his office, he collapsed on the couch, a breath escaping his throat.   The CEO stroked his hair, throwing back the mess of sweaty strands, trying to calm down. Sweat clung at his neck, hyper-aware of what he did a few minutes earlier. Thinking about it only made his cock twitch.   From the second he entered his office for that morning meeting he spotted Mia. He was dumbfounded for a few seconds, staring at her as she leaned against the railing, her delicate fingers tracing the window panel. Damon tried not to make a sound as he was sure that she must be thinking the same thing. He was unable to form any coherent thoughts, let

/His POV/  After the visit to his parent's house, Damon couldn't stop thinking and finally decided that he needed to ask Mia about the dinner. The CEO was still annoyed that his mother was trying to set her up with someone else. Why does he care? He shook his head at that and swiftly walked to his office.    As soon as the CEO stepped in, Damons eyes automatically travelled towards Mia instead of just walking by, and he wished he hadn't seen her.     His assistant was wearing this white v-neck that showed off her long arms and the dip between her chest. All he wanted was to honestly jump over the desk and litter her skin with marks. Make sure to get every inch of it and let others know who she belonged to. The thought caused him to suppress a groan.    "Miss Grace," H

"Good morning, sir," Mia said sweetly, biting on her tongue. If anything she wanted to yell at him at the way he handled the conversation the previous day. What was she expecting from someone like him? Of course, he was not going to tell his mother about their dirty secret. That shouldn't have bothered her in the least. After that heated conversation, she left his office, not ready to take more of him. No pun intended. Damon didn't need to see the rage she felt and the tears forming in her eyes. It's not like he promised her or anything. They didn't even talk about it, so he had no obligation to do anything about the date. Maybe it will be a nice change for her, after all. Mrs Rossi had an excellent taste judging her husband, of course. But also Mrs Rossi loved Damon, so it's going to be difficult to tell. Whatever. Mia can do it. Her friends have been bugging her for the same thing, so it's a win-win situation. Damon ra