Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's Forever Pet: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

I was biting my nails, trembling as I paced the floors. At the sharp sound of the elevator ding, I turned around to the direction and saw his relieved face when he saw me. He took long strides and I met him half way, the effect of the fear finally getting to me as I'm sniffing at my tears. He grabbed my shoulders with his face heavy with concern. "Rebecca, are you alright?" he had one warm hand on my cheek wiping my tears and I shook my head. "What is it? What did you see?" I gathered myself to explain the beautiful message someone left me, ignoring that he was a stranger and I probably shouldn't be doing this but during the call where I had screamed, his voice was the only thing that made me sane at that moment and he had demanded my address. "It was written in red- I don't know if it's blood or lipstick or paint. I just freaked out when I saw it." 'Found you.' those were the words I'd seen back there and I still couldn't get the image out of my head. "Did you call security?" he

I flinched at him, eyes wide in shock as I stared at his face. "I'm sorry, what?" "I didn't want to suggest it either but it's either that or you just file a restraining order against him and I don't think you want to take him to court." I-It's not like I don't want to! I'm fucking stuck! "But staying with you…?" I tried to imagine it and all I could picture was how I moved into Oliver's penthouse and became a full fledged pretend wife. I don't think I want to do that anymore. "What will the press say when they find out? You'll get dragged with me into a scandal." He arched his brow in a doubting way, "You seem to care a lot about what people have to say about you, no offence but it's your life we're talking about here. Shouldn't that be more important than comments? Whatever you decide, let me know." he started to walk past me. "Pack a few things either way. Lock the door. I'll be right back." He was walking into the elevator, leaving me all alone in the hallway. I thoug

OLIVER "There you are," Victoria grinned as she approached me in her tight black micro mini skirt with a white tie top that had the first two buttons open, exposing her jiggling boobs with a bounce in her steps. Her blonde hair rested over her bosom and she pulled out a chair to sit. "Did you miss me? It's been three years-" "I'm even surprised you're still alive. I was looking forward to having your dead body shipped back. Cause of death? Gangbangs and dick overload," I reported with a straight face while she froze, eyes wide in shock. Victor's sniffling laugh broke the silence and a smirk tugged at her lips and mine. "Well," she flipped her hair and she reached into her bag to pull out an envelope, a voice recorder and a document sliding it on the table. "That's all I got in the sack." I ignored her pun and picked up the document handing it over to Victor who accepted it quickly and flipped through the pages while I opened the envelope. It was a rumpled picture of father and

OLIVER Rebecca was tense for some minutes, raising my suspicions as I began to imagine the absolute worst. An affair? Was she having an affair? That couldn't be possible! What time did she have for that? I always picked her up so early and made sure to keep my tabs on her. It wasn't because I didn't trust her, it was my grandfather I didn't trust but I still got a full report of her every day. She never talked to anyone for anything longer than ten minutes, she was admired by other men- no doubt, she was beautiful, sexy and I knew every man in their right sense was ready to stretch their filthy hands towards her but Rebecca only ever had eyes for me and she made it clear. "I want to know who he is, Rebecca," I demanded, my patience wearing thin. Her face hardened as she made up her mind, "It's none of your business. It's not like I ask you about what you do with Anne-" "I'm asking about you, not me," lunch dates, family events and every formal gathering. Our relationship was stri

OLIVER My stomach churned with a tight ache as my vision blurred and the world seemed to spin. I shook my head every once in a while as the headache only intensified and the bile that threatened to push through my throat only grew stronger. Strong arm gripped me from the side with an arm around my waist for support. "What was it this time?" Victor asked with a grunt as if fed up from my actions. It was the damn cookie. The old man was too paranoid for his own good. "Have a seat," he grunted as he helped me seat while I clawed at my tie to get the tight thing off my neck. I felt like I was suffocating and the room was too hot. "Hurry," or might actually die from food poisoning after spilling out my guts. I tensed when I felt the sharp needle break into my arm and the cold contents shoot into my blood. The antidote would need a few minutes to work so I laid back on the couch in my office, trying to control my pants. "Shit! Jesus Christ, Oliver! You're not to taste a single thing f