All Chapters of The CEO’s Private Desires : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72Ryan’s point of view This can’t go on like this. I need to know why Seb is always holding back, avoiding an inevitable. I need to hear his reason. He can’t have a step in, only to pull back when he’s required to step in fully. I’m kind of tired of that. Yes I agreed to wait for him, to be patient till he’s all ready and over his blocks. Donna looked from me to Seb and from him back to me before she took her juice bottle then exited the scene. I strolled over to the spot once occupied by her, took my seat and pushed to the side an empty plate with an eaten apple left on it. Seb appeared nervous. I could tell with the tension lined over his expression, and he was also avoiding my gaze. “Talk to me,” I said to him, as gently as I could so he’d know that I want to understand him, to get him and hold nothing against him. “About what?” With his eyes pinned everywhere else but on me, he questioned back, stoic just like I expected. “You left the room, all of a sudden. Why?”

Chapter 74 Ryan’s point of view Seb and I are finally in a what I’d like to think is a good place, and the only problem I see right now is this issue of Matthew Simmons. Looks like the dude is pretty heavy on keeping me and Seb apart. He finished my grandfather off, and bombed one of Seb’s company that resulted in a murder of few people just so he could prove a point. I still haven’t told anybody about the death of my grandfather. The mom I’m supposed to inform has been a ghost for the past few weeks now. There’s no one around that I could tell to get the information to the rest of the family here, and abroad. To avoid this from repeating itself, I’ve already stationed guards to protect my aunt and uncle. Something I should have done since. I should have had those guards there ever since Xavier pulled his move. I didn’t think he could go after them again or someone else could, I just left them there, unprotected. And now it has cost me the death of my grandfather Xavier sh

Chapter 76 Ryan’s point of view The car’s door clicked open for a well shrouded figure to slid into the seat opposite me. He was claded in an all black fit, that could easily fit him as an assassin. “Mister Growan.” He bowed before extending a palm out for me to shake. I took it out of politeness. “You said you have news,” I said in reminder to what prompt our meetup. “Yes,” he responded before his attention shifted to the portfolio he had in his other hand. He adjusted his position to sit the bag down on his thighs, then worked open the cover so he could dip his hand into it. His hand pulled back out retrieving photographs and documents additionally. “These wouldn’t look good in a mail or in a drafted message. I needed to show you as well as explain to you,” he said as he passed the stuffs to me to review. I took the photographs to inspect, it was of my father shaking hands with another man who I could tell was a dangerous man simply from this picture. “Your father was invol

Chapter 78Ryan’s point of view I grew up with an abusive foster father who hated me because I was a product of the woman who broke his heart. One would think he’d be happy to have my existence come out of his traumatic relationship with my mom, but he wasn’t, rather he was mean and abusive and cruel to me. The man I thought was my own father bullied me, he was my hell, and everyday I wonder then what it was I did to him that took away my innocence. Did I in heaven perhaps urged my mother to break his heart or what was it exactly I did to make him take the blame out on me? I struggled and endure his constant anger. Which never got better and only worse when he discovered my not very platonic affection for my best friend. He sent me off to some asylum. He said I needed fixing, he imprisoned me. And just when I thought the sky had took pity upon me with the arrival of my mother and my true family. I had no idea about the life I was going back into. The new life was suppose to be

Chapter 80 Ryan’s point of view I’ve avoided my office long enough so it felt a little bit unusual as my feet padded down the hallway that led to my office. Bows and greetings flew my way till I arrived at the sole entrance of my workspace. My secretary was nowhere in sight, probably yet to clocked in since I’ve been scarce in attendance and wouldn’t be around to criticize her tardiness. I don’t even care. I just want her around so she can update me on the team’s progress about extracting Matthew Simmons’s hidden identity. I haven’t called her about it in a while and she hasn’t also. I’m curious if it’s because there was no update or if there was but it wasn’t important enough for my knowledge. I slept at Selena’s yesterday. We binged watch a show she called her favorite, and debate over topics while we were at it. I’ve kind of missed her. She’s actually so fun to be with it. I can’t believe she used to be a dull and reserved child growing up, it’s absurd. My mom hasn’t called