Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Hot CEO Love Me: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

DAISYThe warm soft breeze wove through my loose curly strands, as they floated behind me. Hopes hair was in a neat pony tail, yet she still had clumps of hair slapping her in the face. Her tiny little lips were pressed together to blow away the strays in her mouth. She made an unattractive noise, it almost sounded similar to blowing a raspberry, as her face scrunched up in disgust. She earnt an amused look from me, and even a tiny laugh as I selfishly watched her try to overcome the wind. Eventually, I pulled the strands away from her face. She rewarded me with a huge, vibrant smile – eyes squinting as she attempted to look up at me – as well as a "Thank you mommy" from her sweet like candy voice. Unashamedly I'd matched us in similar clothing: she had a pink, halter neck sun dress with jelly white sandals, while I had a lowcut pink sun dress on also with white sandals; only difference was the material of our shoes as mine had a leather strap crossing the middle, and my dress was sl

DAISYTwo weeks had passed, meaning me and Nate had been on four dates. My trust for him was growing each day, stronger and stronger. I still hadn't told him about Robert, but I was closer each day. He knew there was something I was hiding, as I sensed it every time something would set off a trigger, or a thought. You don't have to be a genius to know when I'm reminded of what he did. I dreaded his reaction the day I told him. I don't worry that he will leave, I worry he will try find him. I confided in my new counsellor, whom had started seeing me last week. We'd had a total of two lessons, the first one was just me briefly explaining what led me to book a session with her, and then the second one we talked about Nate. Her words were to: "find a way that seems easiest for you". At first I was a little baffled, asking her to elaborate. "Maybe write it down? Or if you want to tell him face to face, sometimes no eye contact can give you more confidence, or courage. Some people choos

NATE"I'm so sorry you went through that." Was all I could say after Daisy's confession. Many different answers went through my head from: 'he's a bastard!' Or 'I'll kill him', but I figured they wasn't the right words given the situation. I'm sure that the last thing she wanted to hear was my violent thoughts on her abusive husband. So I swallowed my anger, and became the supportive boyfriend she needed. Well, what do you call the person you've been dating for a few weeks, but haven't officially put a label on it? Friend? Acquaintance? - no I'm sure it's definitely not that one. Either way she needed me to support her. I had Jack to rant to and take my frustration out on. "So the Daisy is possibly from him?" I asked. She was still sat on my lap, shaking from the confession. She then nodded, while wiping the last of her tears away. "Can I?" I reached for the card, but I wanted to check she was okay with me looking. "Sure" she nodded. I opened it, and turned it to show her. Hop

NATEDid last night actually happen? I kept asking myself as I lay here at seven AM with Daisy's small arm stretched across my chest. Seeing her sparkly pink nail varnish as I lay here was like heaven. Last night did happen. And it was beyond perfect. And everything about her body was perfect, so beautiful. I watched the swell of her breasts raise up and down as she breathed softly in her sleep. Her tummy had small stretch marks from carrying Hope, and I trailed my finger across them. There was a few times last night she said they made her feel self conscious, but she had no reason to. I'd kissed every one of them too so she understood. Every time I did it she would release a bunch of giggles claiming it was tickling her, I couldn't help join in; her laugh was a unique sound that made my heart swell. I found myself smiling as I thought about it. I didn't want to wake her, but there was no way I was falling back to sleep. I'd had about four hours altogether, but I was wide awake no

NATEAs soon as Amanda mentioned the police I knew I shouldn't of said anything. I just presumed she'd told her already, or would at least want to. Amanda was right though, she did need to go to the police. They needed to at least be aware of the situation. Maybe there wasn't much they could do, but if he is here - and is watching her - then things could turn ugly. The thought of him hurting her, laying a finger on her, makes my blood boil. It's a good job I'd finished my dinner, because my appetite had vanished as soon as she stormed out the door. "So you were right then" jack spoke, but I had no idea what he was on about. "Huh?" "You said to me that night, you were worried she had reason to run the way she did the first time you met." He explained. "You were right" I nodded, then leaned back, exhaling. "Did she ever go to the police? Before like" he clarified, whispering so she couldn't hear us. "No. Would you?" He winced. Logically the answer was yes, but realistically it w