All Chapters of A private deal with the billionaire ceo: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Pack your things. You’re moving in tonight” Damon stood from his chair and walked out the door. I caught up with him “I live in a shared apartment. Can’t I just tell my roommate-““No you can’t. You can’t tell anyone about this if you want to keep yourself and your family alive. Moving here now will keep them safe and away from danger. I can’t afford any setbacks”“I have to visit my mother in the hospital today,” I said. He paused for a moment.“Not tonight. They will be looking for you so you can’t risk it. I’ll find a way for you to do that later”. He called one of his menhe called Rocky, to take me to the car so I could get my things from my apartment.I arrived at Mr. Reeves penthouse later that evening. His penthouse wasn’t just big. It was a castle. Marble floors, golden chandeliers, art that looked like they belonged in a museum. It was luxurious yet cold and distant. I stood frozen in the entryway, clinging to the handle of the duffel bag tightly. An old lady walked towards

My heart sank. I stormed into my room and hid myself under the covers. I hate to admit it but his words hurt me deeply. I wasn’t pissed at Damon but myself, for feeling so light-headed when he was around me. For letting my imagination overtake my reality. I came up for air after some time. This wasn’t a love story. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, savoring the cold water as it made contact with my skin, and stared at the mirror. “You’re better than this, Emma. Snap out of it” I said to myself with confidence but as those words left my mouth. Thoughts of him came to mind. From the time he saved me from the abusive customer in the bar to the moment he looked flustered and uttered my name. ‘I must be going crazy’ I thought to myself ‘I can’t fall for him’Maintaining distance was mandatory now. If I wanted to leave this house and this dangerous world behind without heartache, I needed to avoid Damon at all costs. I walked down the stairs, going straight to the kitchen. I saw Damon

I ran down the stairs swiftly while Damon followed- talking to someone on his phone. I could only assume it had something to do with the situation.Thoughts of my mother in critical condition filled me with guilt. I should have visited her sooner.The security guards patrolling didn't let me pass until Damon ordered them to. Rocky was already standing by the car, opening the passenger seat. I got in before Damon and fastened my seatbelts.The car was quiet, the weight of worry hanging in the air as we got to the hospital. By the time we reached our destination, I jumped out of the car and went inside.The reception recognized me instantly. “Emma, you're here.” She gave me a form to fill in immediately and began typing on her monitor. “Is he with you?” She gestured towards Damon.“Yes, he is,” I hesitated.“Then he'll also need to fill in a form.” The woman said calmly.“Is that really necessary? We're in a hurry.” I asked impatiently.“It's our policy. If he doesn't sign in, he can't g

We stayed like this for a while before I looked up at him. Our eyes met. I could feel his warm breath on my face. He didn't pull away. I didn't want him to. I glanced down at his lips and thoughts I shouldn't be having came to mind.I noticed him leaning in slowly. My heart raced. I could feel myself giving in as my eyes fluttered shut. His hands ran down my sides.We were inches away from each other when we heard a noise coming from our window. Damon pulled away from me and slowly walked towards it. He turned the curtains swiftly and saw an owl. “It's just a bird.” He sighed in relief. I nodded “I’ll go to the bathroom first. Then you can come after.”“While you're in the bathroom?” He smirked.My face turned red. “N-no, that's not what I was trying to say. I mean after I'm done.” I narrowed my eyes at him before storming off to the bathroom.The bathroom was a far cry from comfort—walls thin as paper, the scent of bleach clinging to everything—but the water ran warm and the soap,

We hurried toward the car, doing our best to stay under the radar. Damon reached it first and opened the front passenger door for me without a word. I didn’t hesitate or question him. I simply slid into the seat, my expression blank, my thoughts spinning. He circled to the driver’s side, got in, and started the engine with a sharp turn of the key. The tires screeched slightly as he pulled away from the rundown motel, and I quietly fastened my seatbelt, the only sound breaking the stillness between us.The ride was filled with silence. The distance we had already covered between ourselves and the motel should have given me a sense of relaxation, but the air in the car felt thick. Damon's jaw was clinched tight, and his eyes were filled with a mix of wrath and fury. He kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but I could see the stress in the way his fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel—over and over, like a ticking clock counting down to something unavoidable. I glanced