Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Tyrant CEO: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The first three weeks of my new job had been quite blissful - almost everybody was nice to me, I quickly made friends with my accounting team and my money worries were growing less prominent as the date of the pay check approached.It was Monday the 23rd when I for the millionth time checked my phone to see if Noah had written me, but to no avail. He was active on his social media accounts, constantly online on Facebook too. I huffed loudly. So he could talk to others but with me only through his lawyer? That prick!I angrily dug into my muesli and forced the hot coffee down my throat. I didn't want him back, not after how he had changed and how he had treated me. Noah had changed so suddenly once we had gotten married ... was I the reason? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I hadn't slept with him?I played with my cup of coffee. It hadn't felt right. All those years we had been together it had never felt right, nor had a moment presented itself. Noah hadn't also taken the lead

Today was the fifth day with Mr. Beaumont and it was quite eventful, to say the least.The other days he had kept himself in the background, mostly because he had one meeting after the other he had to attend. Today was the day he fully stayed at the company, a first in this week.I arrived at work at about half past 7, joining Jessica with a cup of coffee while we waited for the other departments to deliver their files. I tried not to be bumped as Noah still hadn't called nor texted me."It completely passed my mind and I never got to ask you: How was it?" "What do you mean?", I asked her, passing her the sugar. "You know, the talk you had with Mr. Beaumont", she nudged me, then put two spoons of sugar into her pink mug with the elephants on it. Elephants were her favourite animal. "Oh, that", I laughed nervously. "It was quite alright, I imagined it to be much worse." "See, told you", she patted the spot next to her.We sat down on her desk."We talked about the dress code first"

"Hey, Jess ... can I ask you something?"We were the only ones in the office for today. Clarissa had been appointed to another department for the day and Nina had called in to tell us she was sick. Mr. Beaumont was in London for a meeting, for the next few days.I felt as if I could breathe, knowing he wouldn't be around me."Oh dear. Don't tell me you want to quit!" "What? No, no!", I hadn't thought about that at all. "It's about Mr. Beaumont." "Oh, the mystery man. Go on, ask me", she smiled at me. "Anything?" "Anything. Out with it, Sara." "Is he ... what's he like towards his female workers?" "Respectful and composed. He solely talks to them about business." "No touching, smiling, joking?" "By gods no! I've never seen him smile at anybody of us. Why are you asking?"I felt how my face grew hotter.Jessica held her breath as she realized. "Is he- is he nice towards you?" "Yes", I lowered my head. "He tried to ..." should I really tell her? "Can you keep a secret?" "If I c

Lost, I gazed around as somebody shook me awake.Where was I? My bedroom didn't look like this ... where's my wardrobe? My bed? My dresser?Panic spread through me. Where am I!? Why am I not at home?!I jumped up and met Jessica's eyes.I breathed heavily, then slowly realized what had happened. I had fallen asleep yesterday."Dear, sit down again I'll get you a coffee", she patted my hair. "We have spare toothbrushes in the restroom." "This hasn't happened for the first time?" "Just you wait until the holidays", Jessica called over her shoulder with a heavy expression.I slipped into my chair, grabbing the hem on my shoulder without realizing at first. The material between my fingers was soft and warm, yet slightly heavy around my shoulders. It felt like wool and smelled of Mr. Beaumont.Wait a moment, what was that?I pulled the material forward and my eyebrows went up in surprise. This shade of grey and the heavy manly fragrance ... This was Mr. Beaumont's coat! He had worn it th

"This way", Mr. Beaumont appointed me, leading me out of the main entrance from the building. I had to run after him, not blessed with long, muscular legs like he was. The girls and guys from the reception wished him to enjoy his meal and took a break themselves.I picked up my pace but still couldn't reach him. Mr. Beaumont noticed and slowed down until we walked next to each other. He apologized too, which was quite sweet from him. Ben spotted Mr. Beaumont and opened the door for us, nodding deeply at Mr. Beaumont, who nodded back easily. "Where are we going?", I asked him, while nodding at Ben who smiled back. "Trinity's." "Never heard of it", I furrowed my brows. "It's just down the street. Once it had been an Italian restaurant, now it's a combination of French and Italian food. The chef is called Trinity, hence the name." "Seems like you know quite a bit about that space, Mr. Beaumont."His blue eyes peered over his shoulder and he took me by my wrist. His thumb brushed my