Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me Mr CEO: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

“Then show me.”His breath caught.And the smile he gave me was disbelieving, full of heat and something dangerously close to love.For a moment, Zayden didn’t move, he was just staring at me but not with hunger or possession, the stare was intense, it felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, deciding wether or not to jump.Then his hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck slowly. I was thinking he would kiss me but he didn’t kiss me right away.He just held me there, foreheads touching, his thumb brushing the line of my jaw like he needed to memorize the shape of me.“Rielle…” he whispered, voice rougher than I’d ever heard it.“Hmm?” I breathed.His eyes flickered down to my lips, then back up, he swallowed, the movement sharp. “I don’t ever want to hurt you,” he said quietly.“Not with my past. Not with the things I’ve never said. Not with whatever this is that I feel for you.” He said thumb stroking my pulse. My chest tightened.“You won’t hurt me,” I said.His jaw tens

ZAYDENShe’d been gone an hour, maybe less, but the apartment still smelled like her: vanilla, skin, and the faint trace of sex we hadn’t quite finished. I tried to shake it off. Paced. Answered a call from Linda, who wouldn’t stop talking about her new pop-up boutique idea, numbers, locations, investors. I nodded along, said “mm-hmm” in all the right places, but every word was underwater. All I could see was Rielle on her knees earlier, lips swollen, eyes glassy, whispering my name like a prayer while I fucked her mouth slow and deep.The second the call ended I stripped and stepped into the shower, thinking cold water might kill the ache.Big mistake.The hot spray hit my back and every muscle remembered her nails digging in. Water ran down my chest, over the marks she’d left, little half-moon scratches and the faint outline of teeth on my shoulder. My cock was already half-hard before I even touched it. By the time my palm wrapped around the base it was throbbing, heavy, angry I’d

My smile faltered for just a second- then widened when I truly saw who stood in front of me.“We meet again, darling.”The familiarity in her voice startled something soft inside my chest.“I…” I laughed lightly, surprised at myself as I stepped forward and hugged her.To my shock, she hugged me back without hesitation.“Ma’am,” I greeted properly when we pulled apart, still smiling.It was her.The woman from the other day. The one I’d met at the other mall.For a strange moment, it felt less like coincidence and more like fate deliberately nudging us into each other’s paths again.“How are you?” she asked warmly, holding my hands like we were old acquaintances instead of strangers who’d met twice.“I’m good,” I replied honestly. “I didn’t expect to see you again.”She chuckled. “Life has a funny way of circling back, don’t you think?”We talked for a bit, small things at first. The mall. The weather. How crowded places always made her nostalgic. There was something incredibly comfor

Rielle.I pulled into Mom’s driveway just as the sun was dipping low, painting the old brick house in that warm golden light that always made it feel like stepping back in time. I grabbed my overnight bag from the passenger seat, slammed the car door, and then it hit me.Oil.I had totally forgotten about the Oil Lucas had gotten for me… he must have been so carried away with that old lady and he forgot too.“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, already halfway up the walk. Whatever. I’d run out tomorrow and grab it. She’d forgive me. She always did.I pushed open the front door without knocking, some habits never die and called out in that sing-song way I’d done since I was ten.“Mooooom!”The house smelled like her famous chicken stew simmering on the stove, garlic and rosemary drifting through the air. Comfort in scent form.“In the kitchen, baby!” she called back, her voice bright and warm.I kicked off my shoes in the entryway and padded down the hall, bag slung over my shoulder.“

RielleI arrived at the office earlier than usual, the building still half-asleep, only the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant clatter of the cleaning crew breaking the silence. I slipped into my office, closed the door behind me, and sank into my chair with a quiet exhale. The burgundy dress felt like armor today; soft against my skin but bold enough to remind me who I was choosing to be.Zayden wasn’t in yet. Perfect. I had a stack of contracts to review, numbers to cross-check, and for once I welcomed the distraction of work. I spread the papers across my desk, pen in hand, coffee steaming beside me, and lost myself in the details.Until that voice cut through the quiet like glass shattering.Familiar. Smug. Unwelcome.My pen froze mid-signature. My breath caught in my throat, sharp and sudden. Anger surged so fast it made my vision blur at the edges.Dante.He was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, that infuriating half-smile on his face like he owned the place. Li