บททั้งหมดของ FALLING FOR MY CEO BOSS : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

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

The room had quieted, but tension lingered in the air like mist.Nathaniel sat at the head of the polished conference table, fingers interlaced, gaze forward. He wasn’t speaking. Just watching.Across the room, Gael leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, flashing that same smug smile that had been testing boundaries since the meeting began. He had come in too confident, too casual for the setting as if he knew something everyone else didn’t.Maya sat beside Nathan, notebook open, pen poised, every movement precise. She didn’t speak unless addressed. But she noticed it the way Gael’s eyes kept drifting toward her, lingering too long, like a child pressing their hand too close to a flame. She didn’t meet his gaze. She didn’t flinch. But the chill in her spine said everything.Nathan said nothing. Still watching.The discussion had shifted from numbers to logistics. The team from the hosting firm this state’s prestigious developers. was nodding along, clearly impressed

She was asleep beside him.Joana.Breathing softly, her hair tangled in the pillow, arm draped over his chest like she belonged there.But she didn’t.God, she never did.Jayden lay still, staring at the ceiling like it was mocking him. Every breath he took was shallow not because of her warmth pressed to his side, but because he wished it wasn’t her at all.He blinked once. Twice. Trying to erase the image in his mind.But it came anyway Maya.Maya, with that stupid little laugh when she was nervous. Maya, biting her bottom lip when she was deep in thought. Maya, falling asleep on his chest in the backseat of her mom’s old car because they missed the last bus home.“Damn it...” he muttered under his breath.She used to trust him. With her whole heart.Her only rule just one.“No sex until we’re married,” she had said, holding his face in her palms. “That’s all I ask. Don’t break it.”He had nodded. Smiled. Promised her.And then he’d gone and broken it anyway.For what? For someone