Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy Is A Rich CEO: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Lin Shannel pushed the door open, pushing her heels aside, damn those heels, she had danced in those, and even someone had the audacity to even flirt with her on those heels.I don't need you, fucking heels! She pushed the red silhouettes away, before closing the door behind her, the thunder racked heavily, it's going to be a long night. She whispered to herself.She had woken up really early, had some coffee, tried to kiss her kids goodbye but they wouldn't even bother to look at her, they just clung to their father, and he? He had just gazed up at her from that mug of cocoa and smirked at her.When was the last time she had personal time with her own husband? Well, it was never going to happen, since they were getting divorced soon, sigh... She missed the old days that they snuck out in college just to see themselves.She missed the day when he introduced her to his best friend- more like a younger brother, Dexter and Sky, she hadn't failed to notice the spark in his eyes when he ta

Dexter was supposed to be working; Checking emails, writing bunches of damn notes in his damn laptop, but no. He was fiddling with his phone, clutching it hard, waiting for a text, but nothing came in.He groaned, shifting in his office chair, as he stared at his blank laptop, his face squeezing angrily, he tapped the intercom sending a call to his assistant.It took a full twenty seconds- He counted, before she came in, dressed in her casual pencil skirt, and a tucked green blouse."Sir. You called for me?" She bowed, her hands plastered around her face, before she smiled.He fiddled with his phone, before dropping it on the table. "Umm... Have you organized the meeting for H limited?"She nodded. "Yes.""What of the arrangements and the notes for court?""Already prepared.""Have you done the charts for the murder case?""Yes." She nodded."Great. You can leave." She smiled, somewhat tensed, before she walked over to the door, and when he couldn't take it anymore. He groaned, "Plea

"Come here, dog," Zoey bent a little, taking the little puppy into her arms. "Aren't you one cutie pie?" She tickled his fur, the dog barking at her happily.It squeezed under her grip, and she smiled, "Now who's your owner? There aren't supposed to be any dogs here." She gazed around, ramming her knuckles together."Seems like you found my dog." A thick voice pulled her into, and immediately, she snapped her eyelids to stare at Dexter."Your dog?" She stared at the bichon frisé in her hand and back at him, Dexter owned a dog? Since when?"Are you sure?" She pressed further, how could she believe him? He was... well Dexter and this was the cutest dog she had come across."Zoey." He called her name again, and gosh, she wished he said it everyday, the way it rolled out of his tongue, so sweet. "It's my dog, do you need proof?"She waved him off. "Nah. I can already see your blaring eyes down on the dog, you look possessive of the dog already."He laughs, his hands tucked around his pock

Miranda would be anywhere but here.When she was younger, she had planned her life better, maybe, she could be an insanely hot bus driver (Yep, women could do it too) or a bartender who ended up being a flirt but not paying attention to her relationship life.But no. She just had to be given birth into this family, she had to follow rules: Don't mess things up, be more like your sister.You are a fool... Get your act together.. Why does your elder sister keep beating you in everything? Stupid, Miranda was replaced with all those damn names."Mother." She breathed in again, shutting the memory that included her mother and elder sister, because if she tried to remember, her shitty Christmas that was spent hiding under the table, dumping pudding all over her hair.Yup, she would rather not remember that."Miranda!" Her mother's eyes almost peered into hers, a pair of blonde knitted brows stared darkly at her and she shivered. Her lips parting apart.Her mother, Nisha gazed at her hard be

Zoey gulped down the bottle of beer in a good, letting a low hiccup. Oops.Shit, was this her third beer? She was sure her eyes would have been puffy now, her cheekbones would have been tainted with red, and gosh, she looked like a total mess.She adjusted in the chair, staring at the empty bar, just her. What time was it anyways? Her brain couldn't process it, she was drinking alone, at a bar.She didn't wanted to think: it hurt if she think when she was drunk, simply, she just poured another content into the cup, moving it towards her lips, a simple sip."Ma'am?" The bartender stood rigid in his steps, her eyes was blurry, so she squinted.What in the hell?"It's getting late, you have to leave." The way he grinded his teeth made Zoey frown, "Now.""I don't want to leave." She groaned, her eyes flying around, "Your sign literally says closes at 10." Another deep groan, "It's just nine thirty."His face pressed, crumpling together, "I don't care ma'am, please just leave this place."