Lahat ng Kabanata ng Under The CEO's Spell: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Veil had never seen Anders that upset before, so much so that it caused her to take a step backward. He shot lasers at Simon with his eyes, so harsh that the strongest person would have melted on the spot. His hands were still folded into fists and his veins pulsed from how tight they were kept. “What the hell did you just fucking say?” Anders repeated, oddly sounding calm. But Veil knew him well enough to know he was seething inside and was probably restraining himself from doing something much worse to Simon.Simon scrambled to the wall, putting as much space as he could between himself and Anders. But he was unrelenting, taking slow steps towards Simon. “Repeat yourself.”Anders was asking for the impossible as Simon would be out of his mind to call Veil a slut again right in front of him. He shook his head vehemently, not wanting to be put in the line of fire again.Stooping till he was on the same level as Simon, Anders raised his face up with a hand on his chin. There was frig

The notion of change took various forms, with no strict rule applying to any specific occasion. For some, it was a highly noticeable switch, the gear put in motion for the affected parties to see. For others, it was much less obvious, hidden in the little things.Something had surely changed between Anders and Veil, even though it wasn't overly in their faces. Perhaps, it could be attributed to their conversation a while back, in his living room, armed with mocktails. Or maybe it was Simon and the whole saga that had gotten Anders snapping out of his reserved nature.But it was there.Veil looked out the window as the whole world went by. Anders had pulled down the convertible and the wind played with her hair, tossing it all over her face. She splayed her fingers out, relishing in the feel of the air on her skin and her face. Closing her eyes and relaxing into the leather of the seat, she took it all in, allowing the tension of the day to seep out.It was a temporary break, but Veil

Orleans' eyes trailed down to Veil, still standing in between them, and for all the right reasons too. Now, he was really contemplating using his fists on the bastard who had almost all the women in Mexico at his doorstep, yet chose to claim this one for himself as well.Orelans thought he was lying to Veil, and he wished Veil could see it from a mile away. There was no way Sophia would let it be, and even though she did, he thought Veil hated Anders.“Veil,” Orleans called endearingly and it irked Anders. “Please, tell me this is all some stupid joke and that you'll go back to hating him as you've always done. Remember the second time we met…”“Orleans, stop it,” Veil pleaded. It looked like a repeat of what happened at the office with Simon and Veil really wasn't in the mood to lose another friend or have him call her a slut. This situation couldn't be any more different, yet Veil didn't know how to explain it.“Can't you see that he should be the one stopping whatever he's doing?”

Veil’s father looked up in surprise as she stormed into the house, visibly upset. She mumbled hello to him and dashed down the hallway into her bedroom, reigning her emotions in until she closed the door behind her.The room looked exactly as it did twelve years ago when Veil was still in high school. A picture of West Life, her favorite band at the time, graced the wall over her bed, and on the other side were words of affirmation her mother had forced her to put up, even though she hadn’t seen the usefulness.Standing before the cursive words artistically impressed onto the wall, she read them line after line, wishing that some part of her would take them for what they were rather than bother about what Orleans had said tonight.“I’m pretty,” she muttered to herself. “I’m brave. I’m kind. I belong to wealth.”It sure didn’t feel like it right now.“What the hell am I doing?” Veil whispered, dropping to the floor. With her back resting on the wall, she put her head in her hands, wis

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Anders found himself saying. Everything came flooding in at once. The memories that he thought he had gotten over were at the gates, pushing ferociously, and winning. He saw the images flash before his eyes. The laughter, the beach, the sun caressing their skin, the trips, the nights…everything.She was a part of those memories he thought he had kept at bay, and now she was here, in the arms of his best friend. He just couldn’t handle it all.Anders got up to leave, staggering before he could take a few steps. Lucas moved to catch him, but Anders shook him off, standing upright.“Andy,” she breathed. “I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?” Her breath was labored. This was hard on her too. It was hard on everyone.But Anders wanted to leave. He couldn’t do this. Not now. He looked at Lucas. “I’ll see you some other time, man.”Lucas shook his head, but Anders had made up his mind. He moved to leave the balcony but she jumped in front of him, stoppin