บททั้งหมดของ THE CEO’S TOY: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The CEO ..I got out of the car, the warm evening air hitting my face as I closed the door behind me. Before me stood a large, impressive club, its grand entrance illuminated by stylish lights. The building exuded an air of exclusivity and elegance; its sleek design was an attestation to modern architecture. I couldn't help but smirk as I took in the sight. "Well, well," I murmured to myself, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. Indeed, I was thoroughly impressed by the grandeur that lay before me.The bouncer kept unwelcome guests from entering, his imposing figure ensuring that only those invited could pass through the doors. I walked in, the atmosphere immediately enveloping me with its blend of luxury and sophistication. Shortly after, I was joined by Mr. Andres."Welcome, Mr. Wesley. I'm glad you could join us," he said. He stood tall, his legs slightly spread wide, and his chin held high. It was clear that he was proud of his club."Thank you, Mr. Andres. Your club i

LUCY..As I unwrapped my sweet and tossed it into my mouth, I opened the door leading into the room. The soft glow of dim lighting and the soothing aroma of essential oils assaulted me, messing with the taste of my sweet. Before my eyes was my mother, lying on her stomach on the massage table, her eyes closed, and a look of peaceful relaxation on her face. The gentle hum of calming music filled the air, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic motions of the massage therapist's hands gliding over her back."You sent for me?" I asked, stepping into the room. My mother opened her eyes slowly, a serene smile spreading across her face."Yes, dear," she replied gently. "Sit down," she said. "I want information on how things are going between you and Damon."I tucked my chin to the floor.She sighed at my silence. "That means nothing's changed. I can’t believe I raised such a failure.""Honestly, I can't believe how much of a failure you've become. You’ve disappointed everyone around you. I

The CEO . . Immediately my eyes opened, an acute pain traversed my head, causing me to wince. I couldn’t remember the last time I had drunk like that—not even when I caught Binky cheating. After leaving my father’s place last night, I had headed to Zach’s and drowned myself in alcohol. Rising and sitting at the corner of the bed, I cupped my face in my palms and took a deep breath, my father’s rejection still stinging my mind and body. After a few seconds, I rose up, strode downstairs—every step heavy and dead—heading towards the dining room where Zach’s voice came from. “Feeling any better?” Zach questioned, sipping from his coffee. I slouched back in the chair, my eyes blank and devoid of emotion. “Don’t give up yet. Just convince him again,” Zach continued. “My father’s words are like ye and amen; there is no going back,” I stated. I had known him all my life; he had never gone back on his word. My head ached as the thought of being stuck with my father began to haunt me.

The toy..After taking a break from work, I spent most of my time with her, occasionally stretching my back on the bed. To keep her company, I brought my laptop, and we watched movies together. I also bought a deck of cards, and we played games. She wasn’t like the woman in the diary; though I could see some traces of her former self, she had changed. Coma does actually change one. It gives you enough time to reflect on your actions.Whenever I forgot I was Aria, I enjoyed her company. But when I remembered how she felt about me, my heart sank. So, I did what I was very good at—locking it all up.She asked me to buy her a novel, a romance about two people from different worlds with different powers who were never meant to be. She said it had hooked her before she entered the coma, and she wanted to finish it. It hurt me that she seemed to remember everything except that I survived.After hours of reading, the sun had been replaced by the moon, its warm air by a cold breeze.“How doe

The CEO..My eyes flickered slowly as I caught a whiff of a beautiful food aroma. My eyes sprang open, realizing I was at home—there was no way Lucy could have made something that smelled this nice.I scurried to the kitchen, still in my pajamas. My eyes were greeted by the sight of various dishes that looked as good as they smelled.“What are we celebrating?” I questioned her as soon as Lucy walked in, her smile brighter than her blonde hair.“Our new beginning,” she replied, helping me settle into a dining seat and then sitting down next to me. “I hired the chef back,” she added.The news gladdened my heart. Finally, I could have a nice meal at home.I poured the chicken sauce onto the rice before scooping it into my mouth. Its beautiful taste melted on my tongue.Lucy stared at me like something was stuck in her throat.“What is it?” I questioned. If she kept looking at me like that, I was going to choke sooner or later.“About last night,” she began. “Did you really mean what yo