All Chapters of The CEO’s Temptation : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Few Days After The Trip.**************************Mack's POV***********************"Can I come in?" A familiar voice asked. I looked to see Aliana as she stood at the door. Her lips curled into a triumphant smirk as she me. In her hands, she clutched her phone, the screen lit."Yes, Aliana." I said as I continued with my tablet."Mr. Allister." She said sweetly, her voice laced with faux concern.I didn't look up, my gaze was glued to my tablet."What is it Aliana?" I asked. My voice calm."Okay? I didn't want to bring this up....but I think you deserve to know." She said.My fingers instantly froze only tablet, my gaze met hers. After the incidence at the filed trip, she's been of a good behaviour which is very scary, I know she's plotting something."Go on Aliana." I said as I paid rapt attention to her.She moved closer to my desk and turned her phone towards me. The image on her phone displayed Liam and Claire in what appeared to be an Intimate embrace. Put of

**********************Claire's POV**************************The reception hall buzzed with leftover energy from the wedding, laughter echoed through the chandeliers, and the champagne glasses clicked against a backdrop of soft jazz. But at one corner of the room, tension pulsed thick and heavy.Mack's father, Henry Allister, stood with the poise of maa n who'd made empires bend at his will. His grey eyes steel_hard_fixed on Mack and me, like a judge awaiting a confession."So," Henry said, voice low but pointed."Now that the music's dulled and the ceremony's done...shall we talk about the whole reason this wedding happened?Mack's jaw clenched. I instinctively moved closer to him, our fingers brushed slightly."What exactly are you insinuating Dad?" Mack asked though the warning in his voice made the answer clear.Henry chuckled without humour. "Oh, don't insult my intelligence, Mackenzie, you're my son, I know how your mind works. You marry Claire, conveniently get the CEO positio

*****************************Claire's POV*******************I stirred before the sun did, my body hummed with memories of the night before. My limbs ached in the most delicious way, a quite reminder of how Mack had touched me, claimed me _ how I had given myself to him, not just as his wife, but as his equal, his lover and his home.The sheets were a mess. Rose petals clung to my skin, crushed and scattered like the remains of a celebration.My wedding dress lay draped over the chair in the corner, and Mack's shirt was still halfway to the floor, buttons hung by threads.I turned my head slowly.Mack was beside me, half covered by the sheet, one arm thrown over his forehead, lips parted in sleep. The faintest smile curled his mouth, like he was still dreaming about me.His hair was tossled in that perfect way_ wild and soft, as i ran my fingers through it all night.I couldn't help but watch him. My husband. The word still felt foreign. But warm. Safe.Real. My fingers trailed acros

************************Claire's POV************************ The events of the past few months lingered in my mind as I walked through the garden. The Roses were in full bloom. Their scent wasn't sweet and heavy in the autumn air. But I couldn't escape the gnawing feeling in my stomach, as I drifted to what Liam said to me at my wedding reception. I had no idea what his intentions were or how far his obsession had grown. A tall figure appeared on the other side of the garden; the figure was framed by the ivy-covered stone walls, and my heart skipped a beat. His presence was magetic_ too magnetic for my own good. "Claire." Liam's voice was smooth. But here was an edge to it. Something strained. He stepped closer, his gaze intense, though his face remained impassive. "Liam," I said as I forced a smile. "What are you doing here?" I asked " I wanted to talk to you." He said quietly as he glanced up briefly over his shoulder as if to ensure, no one watched. "Talk? About what? I ask

***********************Claire's POV***************************Liam: I saw you this morning; you looked tired. Didn't you sleep? Or was it difficult to sleep? I could help with that.**** Why do you keep ignoring me?**** Don't pretend like what we had was nothing.**** I hate being ignored. You'll talk to me eventually.**My phone buzzed with messages from Liam. As if the messages weren't enough. My phone keeps vibrating from his calls.I stood in front of the espresso machine as I willed the hiss of steamed milk to drown out my buzzing phone_ it vibrated against the stainless steel counter, relentless and insistent. Liam. Again.I didn't need to check the screen. I already knew.The barista glanced at me with a polite concern but just offered a tight smile. I grabbed my cappuccino and left the phone where it lay briskly back to my desk on the 12th floor. It was only 8:42am. I have five unread messages from Liam.I closed my laptop; nausea climbed in my throat. I'd blocked his numbe