All Chapters of Mr Stone, My CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I was doing it. I was going to the library. I was going to pick up my book. I was going to speak to him.I told this to myself again and again. What was stopping me now? I’d masturbated naked in front of a man…what could be scarier than that?I had spent approximately two hours getting ready. I knew I needed to look as good as was possible, without it being obvious that I had tried too hard. After a series of agonising wardrobe changes, I had settled on dark skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with my new navy wool coat over the top. I decided to go with my doc martens for shoes. After all, I needed something about me to be authentic.I had by no means mastered the art of make-up but I could now at least apply the basics and not have it look like a three-year old had drawn on my face with a pen.Thursday mornings in the library were usually a quieter time. The night before was the various society’s official night out. That meant a lo

I stared at him wide-eyed, waiting for what on earth he was going to ask me to do.“Go to the bed and sit against the headrest,” he commanded.I thought about protesting, but that would just waste valuable time. And if I was truly honest with myself, I was also curious about what he was going to ask me to do. He hadn’t told me to remove any of my clothes, so it made me think that it wasn’t going to be me that was touched tonight.As he kept his eyes on mine, he undid a few buttons on his shirt, and I braced myself for him to take it off, but he didn’t. I ignored the disappointment clouding within me, taking note of the spattering of dark curly hairs that were now revealed. Before I knew what was happening, he had snapped off his belt buckle with a flourish, pulling out the leather strap from the loops of his trousers swiftly. It clattered to the floor with a clang as the buckle knocked against its prong.My heart began to beat

I woke up on Sunday a little bleary eyed. It certainly wasn’t a full-blown hangover, but it was enough to turn my head into concrete. I went though the scenes from last night in my mind, and a cloud appeared above me. I curled myself into a tight ball and pulled the duvet right over me, deciding that today was probably going to be spent in bed. Shutting my eyes tightly, I willed sleep to take me again.My bedside table began to oscillate, and I realised it was my phone vibrating. I reached out from my cocoon to find the device. I squinted as the light from the screen blinded me for a second. Eventually managing to focus, I felt my heart skip a beat. Hurriedly, I clicked to open the message.-Hey Rosie. Just wanted to say again how cool last night was. How about some Thai food on Thursday?I stared at the message for ages, trying to assimilate what this meant. He wanted to see me again. Even after the awkward ‘not a kiss’ last night. The cloud e

Just to add to my Mr Stone never-ending nightmare, Emma confronted me first thing before our morning lecture started.As I selected one of the cinema-style drop down seats at the back of the lecture hall, she came almost running towards me.“So? Did you speak to him?” She asked excitedly.I hesitated. I didn’t want to tell her word-for-word what Mr Stone had said. It was far too harsh. I scoffed inwardly as I considered that I was actually trying to soften the blow for Emma of all people. I knew if it was the other way round, she wouldn’t give me the same treatment.“I did…” I stared tentatively, finally placing my bum on the hard plastic.“And?” Her eyes were wide with hope.“And…he says he’s not looking for anything serious right now.”Her face fell, and she took a few steps away from me, almost knocking into one of the students walking down the aisle. S

I had stayed up with Vanessa pretty late in the end, so I had decided to give myself a lie in on Saturday morning. However, my plans were disturbed when my phone went off at 10am.I answered sleepily before checking the caller ID.“Hello?” I asked groggily into the receiver while rubbing my eyes.“Miss Woods…are you still in bed?”My daze state dissipated into thin air as I realised who it was.“Mr Stone? I er…had a late night.”Silence.“Mr Stone?”“A late night with library boy?” Mr Stone seemed to spit the words.“No, with a friend. Vanessa.” I clarified the gender of the friend automatically, although I wasn’t sure why.“I see,” he replied, seemingly more congenial. “Does that mean you have a date with him tonight?”I hesitated. Part of me wanted to lie and say yes. I didn’t want him