All Chapters of A private deal with the billionaire ceo: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

(Emma’s POV)Selina’s heels clicked before I even saw her.I was in the break room, waiting for the kettle to boil, still embarrassed about the way I had practically fled Damon’s office earlier. I told myself I just needed tea. Something warm to settle the mess inside my chest. Something to help me forget the way Damon’s eyes had softened when he asked why I was avoiding him. The way my pulse had jumped. The way I almost told him about the dreams—those strange, vivid dreams where his voice felt like a memory I couldn’t place.I had finally calmed down when the door opened.Selina stepped inside like she owned the room. She must have had a nice chat with Damon since she was practically beaming.She didn’t smile. She didn’t pretend this was a coincidence. She closed the door behind her with a soft click that sounded far too deliberate. Looking at her up close, she really was very beautiful. In a foxy type of way.My stomach tightened.“Emma,” she said, her tone bright but sharp. “Just w

(Damon's POV)His tone was low. Urgent. “Damon. I need you to listen carefully.”My grip tightened around the phone. “What’s wrong?”“There’s been movement,” he said.“Movement,” I repeated slowly. “From who?”A long pause. Too long.When he finally spoke, the words punched the air from my lungs.“It’s about the recent attack. We have new footage on them and based on what I've seen, it's not looking good for us. I need you to come down to headquarters and see for yourself.”Everything around me faded. The sounds of the park. The fading daylight. Emma’s scent still faint in the air.I couldn't even get a day off in peace.I swallowed hard, my entire body locked in place. “Commander… that’s… I have a pretty long schedule this week.”“It's your choice whether or not you want to be involved in this because this attacker isn't your average crook. He wants something.” Commander Halstrom said casually.I sighed deeply. “I’ll be there soon”As I drove to headquarters, I had so many theories i

(Damon's POV)The office looked different that morning.I arrived earlier than usual, expecting the usual sterile silence, but the moment the elevator doors opened, I was met with color. Streamers, soft lights, banners across the ceiling beams. Theo had outdone himself — exactly the way I’d asked him to.Good.My people deserved something good after the chaos of the last week.Word spread fast through the building — the celebratory setup, the surprise decorations, the long table loaded with pastries, drinks, and ridiculous amounts of confetti. I could hear the rising chatter, laughter, disbelief.For a moment, the place didn’t feel like a battleground preparing for the next hit. It felt… light.The exact effect I wanted.Employees filtered in, one by one, their faces lighting up when they saw the effort. Some snapped pictures. Some hugged. Some started music on the speakers without waiting for permission. I let them. Today wasn’t about rules.Then she walked in.Emma stopped at the do

(Emma’s POV)I woke up the next morning with a headache that throbbed right behind my eyes, like someone was tapping lightly on the inside of my skull. At first, I thought it was just exhaustion from yesterday’s chaos. Then I sat up. And everything hit me like a punch to the throat.I kissed him.I kissed Mr. Reeves.I pressed my palms over my burning face as the hazy memory flashed, the memory of his mouth warm against mine, his hands steadying me, my breath tangled with his. And I hadn’t just kissed him. I practically launched myself at him like some overenthusiastic, drunken octopus.“Oh my God,” I whispered into my blanket. “I violated my boss.”My boss who was impossibly gorgeous, impossibly composed and impossibly everything I shouldn’t be kissing.And I had done it anyway.I spent ten minutes pacing back and forth in my tiny apartment, mentally preparing to resign, flee the country, or both. By the time I got dressed, my hands trembled so badly I nearly stabbed myself in the ey

Emma’s POV)I felt like I was walking through a fog the moment I arrived at my new department. The office smelled the same. It had stale coffee, printer toner, and the signature polished floors but it all felt colder, emptier somehow. My heels clicked against the tiles, loud enough that I was certain everyone could hear my arrival.My desk had been moved to a quieter corner, away from the usual hum of the marketing team. My new supervisor smiled politely but didn’t make any effort to chat beyond the basics. He handed me a stack of files, nodding as though to say, Here, get started. I nodded, trying to keep my shoulders from sagging. This is for my growth, Damon had said. For your growth. His words replayed in my mind over and over, twisting with a cold edge I hadn’t felt before.I shouldn’t have been surprised. I had seen it in his eyes the moment he handed me the transfer memo. He was dismissing me. He had only given me short, curt answers and averted my glances. And the cold, distan