All Chapters of Ruin Me Mr CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rielle’s POV He kissed behind my ear as he pulled out of me, my legs almost gave out as I held into him for support. “I’m sorry for yesterday, it isn’t what you think it is. I had an emergency, I know it’s not an excuse. I promise to do better” he brushed off a strand from my face staring at my lips. “Tell you what, you can drop by at mine after work and I’ll make you dinner to compensate. Is that okay with you?” I nodded, I was out of breathe and I didn’t trust myself to utter a word at the moment. Just then Dantè walks in. “Well well well, if it isn’t the lovebirds. Is this even allowed in a working space?” He stared at the both of us before continuing. “I went to your office abd you weren’t there, waited for some time to no avail so I thought I’d check you her and I wasn’t wrong” Zayden let go of my chin, his jaw tight. “Dantè, you’re here. Let’s go to my office” “Sure” With that they both walked out but not before Dantè giving me a wink. What did I just get myself into?

I arrived at Zayden’s place, and even from the gate, it was impossible not to be impressed. The house stood like a quiet statement of taste and power—everything I’d imagined it to be, yet still capable of stealing my breath. The security detail recognized me instantly, a silent nod granting passage, and moments later I was being led into a sitting room that looked like something out of a design magazine. A maid appeared, her tone polite and efficient. “Sir is in the kitchen.” That alone made me pause. Zayden? In the kitchen? Following the faint hum of music and the warm scent of something sweet frying, I found him there. Apron tied neatly, sleeves rolled up, he stood at the stove completely absorbed in what he was doing. The sound of sizzling batter filled the air, mingling with the faint tune he was humming under his breath. It was such an ordinary, domestic sight—and that’s what made it almost disarming. For a moment, I just stood by the doorway, leaning against the frame, watchi

Rielle’s POVZayden exhaled and stepped closer, his voice gentling.“Rielle,” he said, “I have to talk to her. It’s urgent — about my parents. But I promise I’ll be right back. Just… wait for me, okay? I’ll explain everything.”Something in his tone made it hard to say no. He sounded sincere — almost desperate to make me understand.So I just nodded, even though a small, uneasy ache had already begun forming in my chest.“Okay,” I said quietly.He gave a small, grateful smile — the kind that always seemed to undo me — and then he turned, walking out of the kitchen toward the study where Linda waited.And I waited too.At first, I told myself it would only be a few minutes. Maybe ten. Fifteen at most. I poured myself another cup of coffee, stared out the window, and tried to ignore how empty the house suddenly felt without his presence.But minutes turned into nearly an hour.The coffee grew cold. The silence stretched. I kept glancing toward the hallway, half expecting to hear footste

Rielle’s POVIt’s been days since I’ve been putting up the professional act with Zayden.And it’s killing me.Every time I walk into his office with files, pretending nothing’s wrong, pretending my heart doesn’t twist when our eyes meet — it feels like I’m slowly losing a piece of myself.He’s different now. Colder. Not the man who made pancakes and smiled at me like I was the only thing that mattered. No. This version of him barely looks up from his laptop, his tone clipped and formal.Maybe that’s what I deserve.My life has been going in circles — work, silence, sleepless nights.And then there’s Dante.God, Dante.He’s been trying to make advances on me again, sending message after message. “I miss you.” “We were good together.” “Let’s talk.”The audacity.A part of me — a small, foolish part — thought about replying.Not because I missed him. I didn’t. But maybe because I wanted to feel like I mattered to someone.Maybe because some stupid, wounded part of me wanted to get a reac

One drink turned into two.Two turned into… I lost count.Lucas had that effect on people — he was easy to talk to, easy to laugh with. He didn’t pry too hard, but somehow, he made silence feel safe.At some point, the tension that had been clinging to my chest began to loosen — replaced by a light, dizzy warmth.He was telling me something funny about his university days when I interrupted with a sigh. “You know what’s funny?”He raised an eyebrow. “What?”“Men,” I said flatly, poking my straw into the empty glass. “Men are so confusing.”Lucas chuckled. “That’s a bold statement. Care to explain?”I took another sip — or maybe gulp — of the drink he’d just ordered me. “They act like they care. Like you mean something. And then suddenly…” I made a vague, frustrated gesture with my hands. “They just forget. Like you’re nothing.”He leaned forward slightly, voice softer. “Someone forgot you?”I laughed, the sound hollow. “Oh, no. Not someone. Just… Zayden Wolfe.”The name slipped out be