Todos los capítulos de Being With Mr. CEO (book 2): Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 49

Xavier's POV Here I am, perched on the grainy warmth of the Dunns River Falls beach in Jamaica. I watch Zoey and our son play in the water, their laughter bounce off the ocean waves and mingle with the cheerful shouts of other beachgoers. In this moment, I feel an odd sense of wholeness; a poignant satisfaction I've not known before. Yet, within that sense of completion, a tinge of regret persists. It's as if the paradise before me only magnifies the gravity of my past transgressions. There's no escaping the memories of my careless actions, the times I'd taken Zoey for granted. Despite the caress of the tropical breeze, a shiver runs through me. Zoey. Her name, her face, her smile. They're all etched so deeply into my mind. I love her, and yet, I did hurt her. I fucked up. I allowed my pride and stubbornness to eclipse my affections. And it is this remorse that overshadows the moment, a bitter reminder of a time I wish I could erase, and yet also a time that shaped me into

Xavier's POV Underneath the faint indigo Seattle sky, I stand amidst the elaborate decorations and crowd of cheerful guests on my mother's grand estate. My heart pounds against my rib cage in anticipation of their arrival. Today's not just another day. Today, my son Tyler, turns nine. I've turned the world upside down to make it memorable. As memorable as one's ninth birthday can be. Yet, despite all the meticulous planning and preparation, a throng of anxiety reverberates through me. It honestly feels like I'm about to shit myself. It took every fiber of my being not down a bottle earlier. I know that I need to be every bit of sober for this momentous occasion. Every few minutes or so, my gaze instinctively darts towards the estate's entrance. Each rustle of leaves, every flash of light sends my heart pounding wildly in my chest. They're on their way - Zoey and Tyler - making the trip from Long Beach on my private jet but I can't help but wish I was there with them.I've arranged

Xavier's POVMy heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing the feelings I harbour for the woman laying in my arms. Zoey. Her name is a mantra in my mind, a single word that holds so much meaning, so much emotion. Our breaths mingles, our bodies still intertwined on the couch. The open space is bathed in the soft light of the moon which casts an ethereal glow over everything. The night is peaceful, intimate and perfect.My fingers trail lightly down her back in a soothing manner. She shivers in response to the touch to which I smile. She's a beautiful woman, each and every surface of her. Those striking hazel eyes, that sexy smile, the way she looks at me with so much love - it's overwhelming but in the best way possible."I love you, Zoey," I whisper into her hair, my words heavy with the truth of my feelings. This woman, she's become my world, my anchor. She has brought the gift of love and light into my life, one that I'll will be eternally grateful for.She stirs in my arms, her

*play the song above then start reading. You'll get the feels... trust.Xavier's POV "Xavierrr," Zoey moans as I whine and grind up inside her. Oh Lord. Who knew pregnant pum pum was this maddening? Her pregnant pum pum to be exact. "Mhmm. Fuck. Xavvvv." Squishing sounds and moans fills the room blending in with the sounds of early morning traffic coming from the distance. Extra fluid run down her leg and onto our satin sheets soaking it. She's definitely enjoying this. A smile tugs at my lips at the thought. We've done a quick round last night but I just can't help myself plus I woke up stiff as fuck. My desire for her is insatiable. Now, with everything seemly behind us, I've been all up inside her whenever and wherever I get the chance to as long as she's comfortable with it. In the distance the sun begins to peak over the horizon, its rays stream through the gaps in the curtains bathing our room in a golden glow. Today's the day. The day I'll ask Zoey to be my wife and join me

Xavier's POV Seven years laterThe sound of my ringtone cuts through the thick tension in the room. The unexpected call had come in the middle of a crucial meeting with the board. Picking up the device from the table, I glance at the number flashing on the screen. It's from the school. A sense of foreboding washes over me, given that they only call for two reasons: an emergency or if Ty is in trouble. And considering that it's the middle of the day, it's unlikely to be the former. Ignoring the disapproving glances, I step out and steel myself for whatever news awaits as I press the answer button. With formalities out of the way, I listen as the principal outlines the situation. My brows furrow in a mix of anger and concern when he stated that they caught Ty hacking school's computer system. Even though there is no digitial link traced back to him, he stressed on the severity of the situation. Apparently, Tyler's action is a serious violation that goes against the school's code of co