All Chapters of One Night Stand With Her Billionaire CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It had been three days. Ezra started to wonder why Emma hadn't been at work. Is she still unwell? He thought. But how long can someone stay sick? He had really been missing her over these three days. She was on his mind even when he went to his friend's hotel to distract himself. That didn’t help at all. It was tough for him to stop thinking about her.Ezra quickly called Milan into his office. When she finally walked in, he asked her, "Have you heard from Miss Facer at all? It's been three days now."Milan shook her head. "No sir. I haven't heard from her since her last email. Your sister even sent flowers, and still nothing.""That's strange." He momentarily looked away then focused back on Milan. "I need you to do something for me." He leaned in closer. His fingers pressed against his temple as he lowered his elbows onto the table. "Can you find out where she is right now?""Sure thing, sir. I'll take care of that right away." Milan quickly left, shutting the door behind her. Ezra l

Ezra settled in on the sofa, just waiting. His hands were clasped on his lap. Was he that nervous? He couldn't quite pinpoint his emotions, but his hands were sweaty, and he definitely felt something about meeting Zoella. "Would you like some water? Or maybe cold cola?" Emma asked. She placed the chocolate boxes on the kitchen table the moment he handed her the chocolate boxes. "Ah. I'm good, Miss Facer." He wasn't fully focused on her as he turned his head to one side of the room. He was hoping the girl would rush in and throw herself into his arms, but that didn’t happen. Emma noticed. Wherever he was staring, his eyes were glued there. "Mr. Queen, are you okay?" she inquired. At last, Ezra turned to her. He nodded. "I’m fine. Where is she? Why isn’t she coming out?" He had a thought on his way to her place. His mind was a jumble of ideas. When the door opened, he expected her to dash into his arms, but that didn’t happen. "Doesn’t she want to see me?" "It’s not that. I’ll go ge

Emma kept her eyes on Zoe, who was resting on the bed, and she softly ran her fingers through her hair. Zoe had been sleeping ever since they got to the hospital safely. When a doctor inquired about her father, Emma thought about calling Ezra, but she hesitated, not wanting to disturb him. He was a celebrity, and they had both decided to keep this under wraps until the right time. She held Zoe’s hand while she slept peacefully."Your daughter is doing well, Miss Facer," said the doctor, who looked to be in his early 30s. He was holding a file and wore a friendly smile. "You don’t need to worry about anything at all.""Really?" Emma lifted her head to look at him."Yes, Miss Facer. Zoella is just resting. She’ll be discharged tonight."Emma let out a sigh and looked at the doctor again. "How much do I owe for the hospital bill? Should I pay at the counter?"While he was looking through the files, the doctor chuckled. "No, Miss Facer. Mrs. Mayberry has already taken care of it."Emma was

Ezra’s eyes widened upon seeing her. “Miss Facer. You are here. Why are you here?” Emma glanced at Josie then returned her gaze to Ezra. She could see how furious he was, but was trying to keep it cool. She had informed him that she was booked this Sunday, but she hadn't mentioned she would be visiting his family at their mansion. Ezra cocked his head in his mother’s direction. “Can you explain?” “I invited her over. It isn’t her fault.” He turned to look at Emma. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?" “I’m sorry, Mr. Queen. I didn't want to bother you, but Josie said it was an event and you won't be there. I thought you knew.” Ezra couldn’t be angry at her. She was not at fault. Again, his mother was attempting to play games. "When I got the call that you had broken your legs, I knew something wasn't right. Seriously? Even so, it makes no sense for you to be doing this. Why didn't you even ask me before inviting her?”“Mr. Queen,I—” “Not now, Miss Facer. I am talking

Susan guided Emma through the maze-like corridors. They rounded a corner, and there before them was a big wooden door, carved with fine details. Susan pushed it open to reveal a comfortable and well-designed space. Emma noticed that it was the only private office on level six. "Welcome to your new creative haven!" Susan smiled and motioned for Emma to enter.Emma entered the room with her eyes wide in amazement. The room was decorated with shelves stacked with design books and artistic references, and the walls were painted in quiet pastel tones. Natural light flooded the room from the large window at the opposite end.Susan drew the blinds closed, hiding what was going on inside behind the transparent wall. “If you do not want anyone to see what is going on in your office, you can put that down,” she said, referring to the blinds.Her office? That sounded like a dream. Her attention was pulled to the design machine. It was tastefully placed on a made-to-order desk that was ideal fo