All Chapters of THE CEO’S TOY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The Toy. “Happy birthday to you!” I sang the song loudly, clapping my hands as though I were an alarm waking Jessie up from her sleep. I couldn't fathom how she could sleep on her birthday; I'd have been too excited to rest. "Nope," I said, pulling her off the bed. "Oh, Ari," she yelped as she thudded onto the floor. “Today is my birthday; the best you can do is let me sleep.” “We have a lot to do,” I stated with a bubbly voice. “Like baking a cake, cooking, and watching a movie.” My expression deepened as I dashed to sit very close to Jessie on the bed. I cupped her hands and raised them up, positioning them between our chests. “Please, let’s go out for your birthday. Let’s not spend it like a regular Saturday.” I always knew Jessie was quirky, but planning on spending her birthday like every other day was the height of it. Even if I decided to throw a surprise party, we didn’t have any friends we could invite, and Jessie would strangle me to death if I dared to invite colleagu

The CEO . . She rose to a sitting position, her hands pulling mine. As usual, the words stuck in my throat. But I needed to tell her to get off this guilt-eating at me so we could stop acting like strangers. “What is that?” She questioned, her gaze focused on me, boring a pit in my stomach—it wasn’t actually her gaze but my stupid actions of that night that haunted me. I glanced around searching for alcohol, but all I got Tracy’s words instead, reminding me that alcohol would never drown out the pain or give me confidence. Internally, I chuckled; she had no idea what she was saying. I focused my attention back on her. The words are still heavy on my tongue. She shifted on the bed, and I could see curiosity eating her up. I cleared my throat. “I made a very big mistake.” My voice deepened. “I didn’t do this for revenge, and I feel so stupid because I gloated about it.” I watched her eyes widen slightly, her posture stiffening as if bracing herself for a punch. Shutting my ey

The CEO..Stepping out of my sleek black sports car, I'm immediately greeted by a barrage of flashing cameras. The night air was alive with the excitement of the event, and I took a moment to let the photographers capture the scene. Dressed sharply in a perfectly fitted suit, I offer a slight smile, acknowledging the attention without revealing too much. The cool breeze tousled my hair as I stood, feeling the weight of anticipation and the hum of the bustling crowd around me.After a few moments, I nodded to the photographers, signaling that they've gotten what they needed. With purpose in my stride, I made my way towards the illuminated entrance of the event hall.“Hey, man,” Zach approached me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Tracy really outdid herself with this one.”A soft yet powerful smile curled up my lips as I surveyed the crowd of high-profile business personalities she had managed to gather. Some I knew well; others I had only seen in the news or on magazine covers. It was

The CEO...I groaned and turned, the morning light piercing my eyes. I shaded them with my hand. Turning left, I saw her beautiful form, hidden beneath the blanket beside me. I smiled, gently caressing her face, admiring how all her features seemed perfectly placed.Rising to my feet, I grabbed a towel from the closet, wrapped it around my waist, and reached for my phone in my trouser pocket.I frowned at the missed calls—Lucy, ten missed calls; Tracy, twenty missed calls. Did I owe them a liver?Sinking into the sofa, I dialed Tracy’s number. The dial tone felt harsh to my ears.“What the hell, Damon Wesley?” she shouted from the other end. “You just vanished! I was supposed to introduce you to Mr. Greyford and some other important people.”I shut my eyes and raised my brows, bracing myself for her nagging.“You told me to find an answer, and I went looking for it,” I said with a smile, glancing at Binky, who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed.“I have no idea what that mean

The toy... Tuesday morning and I had nowhere to be, not even work as Jessie and I took our three weeks break. I sighed, staring at my phone-no messages, not from Damon or Jessie.Jessie had gone on a trip with Zach, promising to visit me today. As for Damon, we'd been talking, but he'd been distant lately. Was the intimacy that bad?I sprawled back on the bed, my gaze fixed on the ceiling. Another sigh escaped me, restlessly shifting, wondering if he was thinking of me too.If only I had something to do and somewhere to go.My phone beeped, and my heart raced as I scrambled to pick it up. I hissed and collapsed back onto my bed. It was a message from those newsletters to which I subscribed too.I curled myself on the bed; every moment of that night spent on the bed kept crawling in. I shut my eyes, desiring his arms to be around me and his breath against me. The echoes of his chuckles haunted my very core. I wrapped my arm around the pillow, squeezing it tightly. My heart ached with