บททั้งหมดของ Straight Until Him: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Alessandro’s POVEveryone praised Micah shortly after the meeting got concluded; shaking his hand, patting his back, congratulating him. Most are those who doubted him, now smiling wide enough to break their faces.“Guess your father saw this coming,” one of them said. “That’s probably why he transferred the shares to you.”Micah just smiled faintly. “Maybe. Or maybe he just ran out of options.”I nudged him lightly. “You mean he finally realized you’re the only one with a functioning brain.”He smirked. “Don’t push it.”My father, who’d been standing by the table, cleared his throat and patted Micah’s shoulder. “You did well, son. You both did.”Micah smiled politely. “Thank you, sir.”Then my father turned to both of us. “When you’re done here, stop by the mansion. Your mother’s been whining that she never sees either of you.” He chuckled, mimicking her voice. “I love Micah, but can that boy let me see Alessandro?”Micah laughed. “She really said that?”My father nodded, laughing to

Micah’s POV “God, Ale, you still got that ugly lamp?” I fling my coat on the chair, grinning at the gaudy aged object by his bed. The room is all him; posters discolored, desk messy, lunar light filtering through the drapes.“Screw you, it is vintage.” Alessandro is sprawled on the bed, shirt partially unbuttoned, jeans hanging low, beaming like he is up to no good.“Vintage? More like junk.” I kick off my shoes, crossing to him, his eyes tracking me, hungry.“You are talking a lot of shit tonight.” He sits up, grabbing my wrist, pulling me close. “What has got you so mouthy?”“Your mom’s tiramisu. Got me all fired up.” I smile, sitting astride his lap, sensing his body temperature via my pants.“Oh yeah?” His fingers glide up my thighs, grasping firmly and tightly. “Fired up for what?”“You.” I lean in, kissing him rough, tongues tangling, tasting the coffee from dessert. “Mmm, damn.”“Fuck, Micah.” He groans, hands yanking my shirt off, tossing it. “You are gonna make me lose it.”

Alessandro’s POVThe building was almost dead quiet. Most of the lights were off except one at the top; his office. Of course, he was still buried in work while others have clocked out since about four hours ago. I checked my watch, it is seven o'clock on the dot.I walked into the lobby, who knew a company can be this silent and peaceful. I have never worked this late, well maybe because my father is still the CEO. Looking at that, I am not even fully immersed into the company.I shoved the door open without knocking and rested against the frame, clutching the takeout package like a peace offering.“Do not say to me that you are still working.”Micah did not even look up. “You are supposed to be at your penthouse.”“I actually was. Until my smart brain made me realize that my boyfriend’s idea of dinner is signing documents in his office. Not his home office but the company's” I placed the food on his desk. “You skipped lunch today, did you not?”He sighed. “You came all the way here

Sandra’s POVThe sun is too bright today. Like it is trying too hard to convince me life is beautiful again. I squint at it and mutter, “You can chill, I get it.”The nurse beside me chuckles. “Talking to the sun again, Miss Sandra?”I grin. “Hmmm… Well, it started it first.” I pointed to the sun as I pouted innocently. I am sure I look like a kid.She shakes her head, walking away, probably to gossip about how Sandra Duvall; the ex–heiress, the scandal, the mad one, now holds therapy sessions with celestial bodies.I stretch my legs on the garden bench. The air smells of grass and meds. I have gotten used to both. Used to this silence too. It is not scary anymore. It is… quiet. And I like quiet now.I tap my pen on my notebook. “Dear whoever is listening… God, therapist, bird.. whatever. I did not think healing would feel this… boring.”Then I write it down. Healing feels boring but safe.It’s funny. I used to hate peace because it meant I had to sit with myself. Now I crave it. Mayb

Micah’s POV“Morning, everyone,” I say, dropping my folder on the table like a judge delivering a sentence. “Let us make this quick. I have had enough gala smiles to last a lifetime.”Laughter ripples weakly across the boardroom. The tension undercuts it though; sharp, coiled, ready to snap.Mr. Kellan leans back in his chair. “Congratulations again, Micah. I must say, you wear that CEO title like a crown already.”I smile without warmth. “Thank you, Mr. Kellan. You would know what crowns feel like, considering how badly you wanted this one, is that not?”A few people cough, pretending it is not funny. Alessandro would have been wheezing if he was here. Damn, I miss him even though I saw him last this morning.“Let us begin,” I continue. “Quarterly numbers first. Then we will address the leak.”That gets their attention. Heads lift. Pens freeze.“The leak?” one of the board members repeats. “You mean the rumor about Romano Corp’s merger?”“Rumor?” I echo. “That rumor came from this bu