All Chapters of A private deal with the billionaire ceo: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

(Emma’s POV)I dreamed of him again.The faceless man who kept haunting my nights.At first, it was only a shadow of a figure standing in the haze, voice low and soothing, like he knew every secret my heart tried to hide. But this time, the dream felt… different and more vivid than ever.I could feel him.His breath against my skin, his hand brushing my cheek, the way his presence wrapped around me like a tide I couldn’t resist.“Emma,” he whispered and the sound of it sent a shiver racing down my spine.That voice. It was too familiar. Too real.Before I could answer, he leaned in, his lips finding mine. The kiss was gentle at first, almost reverent, then deepened into something hungry, something that made my pulse scatter. I gasped, my body arching toward him as though it already knew him. I felt as though my body remembered what my mind had long forgotten.He bit her neck, leaving a satisfying tingle before he thrust his rod into me. I gasped for air, my sanity on the path of no re

(Emma’s POV)I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.My head throbbed dully, and every inch of my body ached. The alarm clock glowed an accusing red beside my bed, showing that it was 6:48 a.m. I had overslept by nearly an hour.“Perfect,” I muttered hoarsely, dragging myself upright. My throat felt like sandpaper, my skin clammy with fever. But the idea of calling in sick, especially after everything Damon had done for me, wasn’t an option. I’d worked too hard to prove that I belonged here, and missing a day now would only confirm everyone’s suspicions that I wasn’t fit for the position.After forcing myself through a shower, I dressed in record time and bundled my hair into a low ponytail. My reflection in the mirror made me wince. I looked very pale with tired eyes that stared back, rimmed with exhaustion. My lips looked colorless. I dabbed on a bit of concealer and lipstick, hoping it would disguise how awful I felt. It didn’t.“Just get through the day,” I whispered to my

(Emma’s POV)Two days had passed since the staff retreat, but my mind still clung to the memory of Damon’s hand closing around mine. I had replayed that moment more times than was reasonable—the warmth of his palm, the silent understanding in his eyes, the shock of how safe I had felt. It was ridiculous. He was my boss. Nothing more. And I would keep telling myself that till I got some sense knocked into me.At least, that was what I kept telling myself.By the second morning, I expected the fluttery feeling to fade. But it didn’t. If anything, it intensified, settling deep in my chest like an ache I couldn’t shake off.I arrived at the office earlier than usual, hopeful that getting ahead on work might distract me but it didn’t. Every document blurred, every spreadsheet lost its edges, and everything, absolutely everything, somehow reminded me of him.I thought of his voice. The way he said my name like it meant something. That moment in the car when I thought… I really thought… he m

(Emma’s POV)I was dreaming again.I could see soft lights, hear the sound of clattering dishes and listen to the low hum of conversation. I stood by a table, a notepad in my hand, wearing the old burgundy apron I used to wear at Burger Haven. The familiarity washed over me like warm water. I moved between tables with practiced ease, refilling drinks, collecting plates, smiling politely at customers who barely looked up from their phones. It felt normal. Comforting. Like a memory gently brushing against the edges of something missing.But then the smell changed.The greasy scent of fried food faded into something richer like wine, old wood, and perfume too sharp to be pleasant. The chatter around me deepened, turning coarse, hostile. I blinked, realizing the room was no longer the diner. This place was darker, with velvet drapes and polished floors that reflected distorted shadows.A fancy pub. One I didn’t recognize.I turned slowly, searching for something familiar but the faces aro

(Emma's POV)I hadn’t expected the day to start with Damon’s voice echoing through the hallway, sharp and clipped in the way it always sounded when he was in “work mode.” I was halfway through organizing reports on my desk when Theo appeared beside me, his eyes bright in a way that usually meant trouble or responsibility.“Emma,” he said, “Mr. Hart wants you to shadow him for the briefing today.”I blinked. “Shadow him?”Theo nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Marketing, Finance, and Security are all attending. He needs someone to manage the information flow.”I swallowed. Hard.I was assigned to shadow Damon? For hours?Close proximity… meaning there was no escape.“Oh,” I managed. “Right. Okay.”Theo smiled sympathetically, as if aware that it wasn’t “okay” at all.I gathered the files and followed the path to Damon’s office. My heartbeat thudded so loudly I was sure the walls could hear it. I tried to remind myself that this was work. Professional, normal work.