All Chapters of My Ex-CEO : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The following morning crept in like any other. I woke up rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. Looking around, I realized I had dozed off at my desk. My eyes widened as a sharp sting hit my cheek. My face had been pressed against my laptop keyboard all night I was sure the keys had left little imprints on my skin.Just then, a message popped up on my screen. I scrambled to check my email. I had applied to two companies last night, hoping for good news. But no it was just another spam ad. With a sigh, I shut my laptop down for what felt like the hundredth time, weighed down by disappointment.“Becoming homeless wouldn’t be so bad, right?” I muttered to myself.Yes. Yes, it would. I take that back. “This is getting ridiculous,” I groaned.A new question popped into my head: why is it so hard to find a job in California?I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower and busied myself with little things while waiting for the water to warm. I grabbed my towel from the rod, wrapped

Blake's POVI was all dressed up and ready for lunch with Carmen at Highlands Bar and Grill in town. Pocketing my car keys, I walked out of my room and made my way down the stairs into the living room. A few strides later, I was outside, heading straight to the parking lot. I drove to the restaurant and took a seat at a table for two.A few minutes later, Carmen arrived, wearing a peach blossom top paired with white jeans. Her handbag rested gracefully on her shoulder as she walked over to me.“Hey Blake,” she said, flashing that beautiful smile of hers.I was momentarily lost in thought. She still had that effect on me.“Wow, you look ravishing,” I said sincerely.“Thanks,” she replied with a soft smile.I quickly stood and pulled out the chair for her to sit.“Thanks for coming, Carmen,” I said.“You're welcome,” she replied, placing her bag on the table.I signaled to the attendant, and we placed our orders. I went with a Philly cheesesteak and lemonade, while Carmen ordered barbec

Flour, pans, oil, nutmeg, baking powderAll sorts of flavors flooded my nostrils as I continued adding flour to the bowl on the counter. Chelsea slid an egg crate in front of me, hopping onto the stool nearby to watch me mix.I was in Jaq’s kitchen, making a list of snacks with pizza dough already in progress.Jaq walked in, holding a brown shopping bag. A few minutes earlier, we’d realized we were short on ingredients, and he volunteered to make a quick run. I looked up and met his smiling face as he dropped the bag on the counter in front of me.“Hey, you're back. Did you get the dates?” I asked.“Yup.” He pulled out the can of dates and handed it to me.“What are you mixing there?” he asked, pointing to the bowl.“It's pizza, Jaq,” Chelsea said with a dramatic eye roll.“Thought so, kid,” he replied, giving her a flat look before catching me laughing.“Hey, I make pizza too,” he added defensively.“Yeah, like the time you nearly burned the apartment down?” I shot back.“Or when you

“Umm… about Morphy… are you going to give him a chance?” I asked.“This girl is going to be the end of me,” Fab said, rolling her eyes.“What?” I asked, laughing.“Can we not talk about Morphy, for the love of God?” she pleaded.“Just for now. We’ll continue later,” I said, rolling my eyes.“You wish,” Fab replied with a smirk.“Then I’m not going anywhere,” I said, plopping down beside her.“Seriously?” She sighed. “Fine… I kinda like him but… I don’t know…” she stammered.“But what?” I cut in quickly.“Something doesn’t feel right,” she murmured.“I doubt that. You’re just scared,” I told her. “Come on, Fab. Just give him a chance. You never can tell, you know?” I added, winking at her.“Thanks, love doctor,” she said sarcastically.“You can say that again,” I shot back.“You wish,” she muttered, rolling her eyes again.“Seriously though, you should give him a chance,” I insisted.“Alright, alright. I’ll think about it. Happy now?” she asked.“Where’s my dress?” I asked.“It’s right

“Stop struggling!” he exclaimed, steadying me. That’s when he pressed me against his body, and I could feel his bare torso on my back. Shivers ran down my spine. I was nervous, and his hot breath brushing the back of my neck wasn't helping. “Blake, let go of me,” I said slowly. We were too close..way too close. “Nope.” Blake stretched, bent down, and lifted me into his arms bridal style. “No... no!” I screamed, hitting his hard chest as he walked toward the river. He carried me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. “Blake, stop! Don’t do it.” “I will.” He replied with a grin. “Please,” I begged, giving him my best puppy eyes. He finally set me down and looked at me like a kid who just lost his mom. I quickly walked past him and sat on a rocky mound nearby. He followed and sat beside me. “Carmen,” he called gently. I just stared. “I’m sorry, okay?” he said. “Come on, don’t give me that face.” “Don’t do that again,” I warned him. “I promise I won’t.” “So why did you bring me