All Chapters of Snapshot of a CEO's heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Out of all the people I could see at the wedding, anyone across Houston, it could have been the pope or maybe the god; it could have been the guy who bullied her at school for being small or nerdy or for not having friends, but no, it had to be the guy from the coffee shop. Not that she was complaining; it seems like I couldn't stop thinking about him or even remember his name. It wasn't that he was particularly striking or interesting-looking, either. Okay, so that was a total lie, and if anyone could hear my thoughts, they would probably say the same thing if they knew who I was gaping at. But there he was, standing at the front of the church, his head slightly cocked to the side, as if he were listening to a secret being whispered just for him. The way the sunlight streamed through the windows behind him, casting a warm glow over his face and shoulders, made him seem almost sinful. And for some reason, even though I have a job to do and I was doing it, I couldn't help but not take

I knew when he asked me if I had a lover at home that he would get jealous the moment I told him that yeah, I do. Obviously, he didn't expect me to bring Bailey outside; he was a rescue dog at the pound, and we got him just a little over 3 years ago, and he made our home feel much brighter. He settled in quite well, which made it a lot better for us because if one of us was at home, then that meant we had the dog to keep us company, and he also got spoilt and rotten with us all."You have a dog... Of course, he's a dog," Max says while I'm leaning against Ivy's car. It seems that Greg is working on mine and is dropping it back off tomorrow afternoon before they leave for their holiday."Yes. We have a dog," I say, not expecting Natalie to come outside and start a conversation with him. For Christ's sake, this is all I need."You must be the coffee guy she's been obsessing over. I'm Natalie, and this is Ivy; we were her housemates," she says as she glances at me, looking all smug, as i

Being alone and being lonely are two very, very different things I have learned over the years.I feared being alone for the simple reason of abandonment issues. My parents left me, and friends have gradually left. I have never had a romantic relationship out of fear-the fear of being humiliated and left to pick up the pieces. I have always relied on Emily for support, and it's never been about money, as I have worked my own way up and done things I never thought I'd be able to do, like my photography. I love the life I have created for myself, but how can I allow myself to have that stability if I can't seem to trust anyone enough to let them in? But in reality, I have been lonely for years. I watch other people show affection and love towards each other; I have seen families so happy to be with each other; or I have photographed the reunion of some soldiers coming home after being on deployment, and their faces when they see family are one thing I only ever wished I could have, whic

I don't know where I got the chance to be bold but I did it. We spoke for a while, in fact, no - I spoke and she nodded then she spoke or criticised me. Neither bothered me as much as I thought it might if she was a bit of a dick in the past, but it just showed me her personality from paper to person and it's hot as fuck. I made my way up her bed to her and while resting on my knees I traced my thumb over her jaw and across her lips giving me an insight as to where her lips were and I placed mine on hers softly. Waiting for her to relax and when she does I lean her back and rest myself on my elbows to get a better grip on myself."How did you picture me?" She mentions while breaking free from our kiss. I can tell she's nervous so I'll play her little Q&A game for now and ease her into it all slowly. I was shocked that she's never been kissed before but it only made this a lot more hotter than I thought it would ever be 17 years ago. To keep talking and to be able to see her as well I

It was the kind of morning that made you want to lie there, savouring the warmth seeping through the sheets, the weight of the blankets, and the softness of the mattress. The air was cool, but not uncomfortably so, and it smelled like freshly brewed coffee and the lingering sweetness of her hair. A beam of sunlight angled through the curtains and the time on the clock told me to shift with it been 7 in the morning and I had to get my work clothes...and possibly a shower. With my eyes open and happily focused on Maisie I couldn't help but admire her sleeping form. Her hair was spread out across my arm, her body relaxed against mine, and one of her legs locked under mine. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, revealing the slightest hint of her tongue, as she breathed deeply. It was a moment of pure, undisturbed peace. There was a gentle knock on her door which would have only been one of her friends who would have assumed I left last night...Pulling the blanket over Maisie to cover he