All Chapters of FALLING FOR MY CEO BOSS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Jason pushed the bar doors open, his heart racing. The place was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and regret. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Nathan slouched in a corner booth, hair a mess, empty glasses scattered around him. His tie was half-off, shirt wrinkled, and his eyes red and unfocused. Jason sighed heavily and walked over. “Nathan.” Nathan looked up slowly, like his neck was made of stone. His face cracked into a lopsided, bitter smile. “Jay... You came,” he slurred, the words tangled in his throat. Jason sat beside him. “What the hell, man? I told you not to leave” Nathan didn’t hear him. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. “She knew... she knew what she was doing,” he muttered, his voice broken. “Gunshot... blood everywhere. And she just stood there.” Jason stiffened. “Who are you talking about?” Nathan laughed. A dry, painful sound. “My mom. You know what she told me? She said ‘he deserved it.’” He shook his head like he was try

The Next Day The morning sun peeked through the window as Maya groggily opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, before she remembered today was the trip. She sat up slowly, still in her oversized t-shirt, and rubbed her eyes. Her phone buzzed beside her. It was a message from Nathan’s driver confirming their pickup time. She sighed. “Business trip,” she muttered under her breath. “Strictly business.” Just then, Sophie barged into the room without knocking, holding up two different blouses. “Okay, which one screams ‘classy but not like I’m trying to impress my boss-slash-future husband’?” “Sophie!” Maya groaned, throwing a pillow at her. “He’s not my future anything. It’s just work.” Sophie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, secretary and boss kind of connection. You’ve said it like fifty times. But this one’s a business trip, in an expensive hotel, with a man who clearly loses his mind when you give him the silent treatment. Don’t act like I don

Dinner time came with the soft ringing of Maya’s hotel phone. She’d just finished freshening up, her thoughts still lingering on the plane ride, the weight of Nathan’s gaze, the quiet moment they’d shared. Something about the way he’d said “It’s nice… having you here” kept looping in her mind, no matter how much she told herself it meant nothing. The call came from the hotel’s front desk. “Good evening, Ms. Brooks. Dinner for our corporate guests will be served shortly. We were wondering… would you be kind enough to inform Mr. Hawthorne? The hotel staff thought it might be more comfortable coming from a familiar face.” Maya blinked. “Oh. Uh, sure. I can do that.” “Wonderful. No rush, just whenever you’re ready.” She hung up and sat there for a second, smoothing the edge of her dress. It wasn’t anything fancy—a sleek, deep green dress with cap sleeves and a slim belt—but it was still more formal than her usual work attire. She’d worn it just in case dinner turned out to be anythin