All Chapters of A private deal with the billionaire ceo: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

(Emma’s POV)The office felt heavier than usual when I walked in that morning, like the walls themselves were pressing down on me. I didn’t know why, only that I could feel it in my bones that the tension, the anticipation and the quiet unease that seemed to hang over me was overwhelming. I walked into the meeting room to find that he was already there, sitting behind his desk like some dark statue, his eyes flicking over his files, jaw tight, and I could feel the electricity in the air before I even approached my own station.He looked up the second I walked towards him to submit some files, and I swear his gaze was like a knife, sharp and cutting, making me flinch. The corner of his lips curled—not quite a smile, not quite a snarl. I remembered his strange outbursts the other day and I couldn't fathom his strange behaviour. Something in that expression made me uneasy. I wondered, for the first time, if this was the man I had been catching feelings for before all of this madness.Wa

(Damon's POV)I told myself I wouldn’t do this.I told myself I would stay away. That giving Emma space was the only way to keep her safe.But the longer I stayed away, the more the silence crawled under my skin. The more I wondered where she was, how she was, if she was sleeping, eating, breathing easily. If she was thinking of me at all or if she was with him.The distance didn’t help. It only killed me slower.So when I found myself standing in front of Miss Myer's house with Emma’s final paperwork in hand. Paperwork Theo could’ve delivered, paperwork that didn’t even need delivering. I knew I had lost the fight.I wasn’t here because of documents.I was here because I was weak.Because she was here.I shouldn't have come. What would she think of me? She would be mad that I tracked her down like a maniac but I knocked anyway. My pulse hammered through my body like I’d sprinted all the way.Miss Myers opened the door with her warm, motherly smile then looked confused.“W-who are you

I should have told him to stop.I should’ve stepped back, walked out and put distance between us before my emotions twisted into something I couldn’t control. But standing there in his office, surrounded by the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the distant murmur of the building, my heart lurched in ways words couldn’t catch up to.“Damon…” My voice faltered. “Please, we can’t—”He didn’t move closer, but he didn’t step away either. His eyes searched mine like he was trying to read every unanswered question inside me.“You said you wanted to see your mother,” he murmured, softer now, grounding. “I’ll take you. Just tell me when.”I closed my eyes. I hated how much relief washed over me, hated how the promise in his voice made something deep in my chest unclench.When I opened them again, his expression had changed. It was not softer, but more vulnerable. Like he didn’t know if he was allowed to hope.“Emma… do you remember us?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer.A tear slid dow

(Emma’s POV)“W-welcome, Emma.”Her eyes looked surprised but were heavy with recognition.“Hello?” I muttered, unsure of the situation.Before I could say more, she burst into tears and hugged me. My heart stuttered.“It's been so long. I've been waiting for this moment.”She suddenly spun me around as if to check for scratches or any injuries. When she looked up, she saw my dumbfounded expression and laughed.“Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I'm Alice. Alice Mayweather. I was your best friend.”I had a best friend?“You might not remember me but I will always be here to help you out and answer any questions you might have.”I smiled now. “Okay, I will.”We talked about many things. I told her about how I got rescued and came to the city then she told me about how she and her boyfriend, Abel started dating. Apparently, I was also good friends with him. I vaguely recalled him in my dreams too. Damon just watched us talk. His expression was dazed, like he was dreaming. I didn't wa

(Emma’s POV)I couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.It was embarrassing, truly. I kept telling myself to calm down, to breathe normally, to stop pacing around my room with my hands pressed over my cheeks. But the moment I paused, the memory of Damon’s voice, so deep and irresistibly confident, teased my brain.“Then let me take you out properly.”Those words sounded way more romantic in my head. My stomach flipped again, warm and giddy, the flutter of butterflies taking full control.I lay back on the bed and covered my face with a pillow, kicking my legs like a teenager. “Get it together,” I whispered into the soft cotton. I was too old to be acting like this, too broken, too confused about half of my life… and yet here I was, blushing like Damon Reeves had just asked me to the prom.But it wasn’t just shyness or nervous excitement. It was something deeper. Something that pulsed through my bones, something I couldn’t shake.It was my memories.More and more of them have been coming i