Lahat ng Kabanata ng CEO on the island: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Zack’s POV I walked towards Javier with a wide smile; he didn’t notice me yet as he was busy lining up the people. “Javi,” I called out and his gaze snapped to me, eyeing me slowly before sighing loudly. "He came ten minutes ago," he trailed off and glanced at the entrance as it opened. "I knew he would," I asserted and he chuckled, shaking his head at me. My plan was going just fine. “But you’re late,” he remarked, and I rolled my eyes as I groaned. “I had to wait for the ladies to get ready.” I sighed and his gaze went to search for them, then he knitted his eyebrows. “Is that Lucy?” He asked and looked back at me with worried eyes. "Don't worry, we're rekindling our friendship. I got slapped, so I'm on the right track," I assured

Riley's POV "So, any excuses for being late?" I snapped my gaze at him, crossing my arms against my chest. Instead, he eyed me from head to toes before finally meeting my gaze with his breathtaking smile. "You look incredible, yellow is definitely your color," he faltered, sticking his hand out for me. "Are you silencing me with a compliment?" I snorted, and that stupid boyish grin grew on his face. Remember how you fell on this date. The voice in the back of my head tried to remind me that I got myself into this. I just placed my hand into his warm grasp—and that electric feeling traveled down my spine, waking up the butterflies. Yeah… that's the feeling I despise the most. Yet he made me somehow like it. "Let's just end this thing," I said with sass in my tone—thanking god that my voice didn't crack. 

Riley's POV "Is the blindfold necessary?" I questioned as I stumbled on a rock in the way—it wasn't like I saw it with this thing covering my eyes. Zack was supposed to be my eyes since he was holding my hand, and his other hand was on my waist—guiding me to this stupid picnic date. Apparently, he was as blind as me. "I told you I'm sorry, stop being such a brat," he retorted, and I stopped in my place—snapping my head to where his face was supposed to be—instantly feeling his warm minty breath on my face. "Did you just call me a brat?" I heard his light chuckle—feeling a little huff of air on my face as he chuckled. The heat traveled to my cheeks—I was embarrassing myself. "You literally stumble on everything," he remarked, and his words refreshed my mind, playing every scenario I stumbled on something and fell on him. It

 "So, how did you meet my brother? Friends with benefits, or are you a gold digger?" He blurted, and I blinked at him, shaking my head as if I didn't hear what he said. "Excuse me?" I was about to take my hand out of his grasp, but he tightened his grasp around my hand, pulling me towards him. I swear I could smell the intoxicating smell of his expensive cologne. My stomach tightened once his gaze sharpened at me. "You must've mistaken me for someone else," I don't know how I told him that without a shaky tone. I tried to pull my hand away, but it was a bad idea—he only tightened his hand, his fingers were digging into my skin.  "Zack doesn't do relationships, and you don't look like one of his junkie bozos, so maybe a gold digger," he opened his mouth again, flickering his greenish eyes between mine. "Did Tony pay you to lure him, princess?" He asked in a

Riley's POV I thought spending time with Zack would be a living hell, or awkward as hell but here I was having dinner with him, enjoying the sunset, and talking with him—scratch that we were playing the twenty-question game to know each other well. It wasn't my idea, of course, but it was better than the dead-ass silence. We drifted into an entirely different conversation after he made a serious confusion. "Pineapples don't belong on pizza," I argued as I stuffed my mouth with the mouthwatering extra cheesy burger—Zack gave me a dead-serious look, and I lowered the burger, eyeing him with disgust as I chewed on my food. He was serious about the pineapples on pizza. "You could always give it a try," he needled, stretching a slice of his untouched pizza, and I eyed it with terror as if he was offering me a dead rat. A deep chuckle roared from his ch