Todos os capítulos de Mr. CEO, Do you think I'm pretty too?: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

CHAPTER TWELVE Bruce's smile widened as he caught sight of the spark of curiosity in Vivian's eyes. He always loved how eager she was to learn, how her enthusiasm for even the smallest things could light up her entire face. It was one of the things that had drawn him to her in the first place, her unquenchable thirst for knowledge and her genuine interest in the world around her. “Alright, I can’t tell you everything, you know. Classified and all that,” he teased, taking another sip of his drink as he leaned back in his chair, relaxing into the moment. “But I can give you a little sneak peek.” Vivian leaned in closer, her eyes wide and focused on him. She had always been fascinated by crime stories—the more twisted and complex, the better. It was a habit she picked up in college, spending countless nights glued to her laptop, watching documentaries and true crime series. Now, with Bruce right in front of her, a real-life detective with real-life cases, she was practically buzzing

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Four years later, he got what he wanted, but Vivian looked happier now…without him in her life. Bruce watched the clock closely, making sure not to miss a second. Finally, 8pm was here and he now leaned against his car, waiting for Vivian with a smile on his face. Sometimes he wondered if it were possible to turn back the hands of time, to do things a little differently. Just about the same time Vivian had left the office. 8pm sharp. On the other side of the city, near the waters edge where the docks were, a small group gathered. It was a desolate place with barely a living soul to be seen loitering, and other than the one singular street Lamp that casted a light over a group of men in tailored suits, the entire place was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness. And at the center of these men, one was kneeling, tied up, and bloody, barely on his last breath. In the shadows, one of the men remained obscured from the light. taking a slow drag of his cigar and the e

DAMIEN’S POV While the agency was buzzing with preparations for the annual fashion show, I was miles away on the other side of the country, sitting in a sparsely lit room filled with some of the most powerful men in the underworld. Was I anxious? Hardly. If it were to be anyone else sitting in my position, I’m sure they would have been quacking in their leather boots. Not me though. If anything, I was calm and level headed. The gears in my head were already in motion as I drank in the presence of these men. As the heir to the Sullivan name, I needed to maintain my family’s raptor. The Cosa Nostra Demanded my presence. It was a rule set in stone. When the cosa nostra called, you answered, even if your wife were in labor. That’s how serious they were. Under normal circumstances, my father would have been the one here, but here we were. I gauged the setting, causally browsing over the men as though they were books at a library. To my left and right, were six of the most notorious men i

Vivian’s heart skipped a beat. The room seemed to shift and without realizing it, a smile graced her lips. His presence changed the atmosphere, he had always had that effect on people. But right now, gazing upon his smug grin and effortless charisma, all that relief she had felt initially had melded into irritation and an unnamed feeling. He caught her eyes, even admist the throng of people. His eyes drank in her appearance and she saw something flash in them, but she was too far off to tell what it was. The smile he gave her made her stomach flip. How did he manage to do that, even when she was mad at him? As Damien made his way to the stage, the crowd parted for him, and the buzz of excitement grew. He stepped up to the microphone, his voice smooth and confident as he welcomed everyone to the show. The audience hung on his every word, completely under his spell. “I’d like to thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to be here tonight…” he went on, eyes sweepin

The man deepened the kiss, his hands roaming her body, exploring each deep and curve as he relished the taste of her on his tongue. Vivian’s breath hitched when Damien's lips pressed against hers, the kiss starting slow but quickly deepening, igniting something primal between them. His hands were firm on her waist, pulling her closer to his body as his hands pulled up the length of her slender legs and she felt the heat of his body as her hands moved to his chest, tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. Their kisses grew more frantic, need overpowering restraint. Damien broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead resting against hers, his breath heavy, almost ragged. The look in his eyes, dark with desire, sent a shiver down her spine. Without warning, he reached down, his strong hands gripping the curves of her thighs and lifting her off the couch. Vivian gasped at the sudden movement, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as her arms encircled his neck. Damien's finger