บททั้งหมดของ The CEO Billionaire Collection: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

In my office, the glow of the screen cast a soft light across the dark mahogany desk. I adjusted my tie, a nervous habit, as I waited for the Zoom call to connect. My parents, always punctual, would be on the other end, and I braced myself for their reaction to the news about Emma and me.The familiar chime signaled the start of the call, and my parents' faces appeared on the screen. My father, always the picture of composure, sat with his usual upright posture, while my mother’s warm smile did little to ease the knot of apprehension in my stomach.“Liam, dear, you look tense. Is everything alright?” my mother asked, her keen eyes peering through the digital divide.I cleared my throat, mustering a smile. “I’m fine, Mom. Just a lot on my plate lately.”My father, ever the astute businessman, leaned in slightly. “You didn’t schedule a family call just to discuss business, did you, son?”There was no beating around the bush with him. I took a deep breath. “Actually, I have some personal

One day later…I was in the middle of reviewing some documents when the doorbell rang, a sound that was rare enough to be surprising. Setting the papers aside, I walked to the door, wondering who could be visiting unannounced. When I opened it, there stood Emma, her presence immediately shifting the atmosphere from mundane to charged."Emma," I said, my surprise evident. "This is an unexpected pleasure."She wore a simple ensemble that seemed effortlessly stylish – a pair of well-fitted jeans that accentuated her curves, a soft blouse that fluttered slightly with each movement, and a jacket that added an edge to her look. Her hair was pulled back casually, a few strands playfully framing her face, adding to her approachable yet captivating allure. It was a struggle to maintain my composure, to not let on how much her presence was affecting me.She offered a small, somewhat nervous smile, stepping just inside the threshold. "I hope I'm not interrupting. We need to talk about your... pro

As Liam’s lips met mine, a fire ignited, blazing through every nerve in my body. Our kisses were desperate, and intense, as if we were trying to convey everything words had failed to express. I knew it was a bad idea, this reckless abandonment of our carefully crafted boundaries, but in that moment, I didn't care.His hands were on me, tracing the contours of my body, over my hard nipples, each touch sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, the rapid beat of his heart matching my own. "Emma, this is a bad idea," he spoke against my lips, but his hands told a different story, pulling me closer.I laughed breathlessly, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "The worst idea," I agreed, even as I pressed myself against him, my own resolve melting away with each kiss. His shirt fell open, revealing the sculpted chest I had only dared imagine until now.Liam's hands slipped under my top, his touch setting off firework

As the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, I found myself waking up to a sight I never imagined – Emma, lying next to me, her features softened in the gentle light. She looked utterly serene, a stark contrast to the fiery and spirited woman I'd come to know. Her hair spread out on the pillow, catching the sunlight, made her look almost ethereal. In that quiet moment, I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, feeling a surge of something more than just physical attraction.But as the reality of our situation settled back in, a whirlwind of emotions began to churn inside me. Last night had been incredible, a culmination of months of tension and unspoken desires. It felt so right in the moment, yet now, in the cold light of day, I was struck by the potential complications of what we'd done.Lying there, watching her sleep, I couldn't help but reflect on everything that led to this point. Our fake relationship, initially a simpl

In the quiet of my study, a rare moment of solitude found me. Leaning against the cool surface of the desk, I gazed out the window, but my thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in the expectations set upon me by my family, and the choices they had led me to make.Through the partly open door, my attention was drawn to Emma. She was deep in her work, orchestrating the 'Taste of Maple Falls' with a focus that was nothing short of impressive. Watching her, I couldn't help but admire her drive, so raw and genuine, a stark contrast to the more complicated layers of my own life.Emma's passion for her work was evident, and it was that very authenticity that had caught my attention from the start. Yet, as I observed her, a twinge of discomfort settled in. Here she was, fully immersed in her project, blissfully unaware of the shadows that lingered in my past, the real reasons that had brought me back to Maple Falls – reasons I had kept tightly under wraps.The truth was, my journey back to Maple Fa