All Chapters of A Night with Mr Bryan : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Bryan's POV “Sick?” Celina asked quietly, confusion flickering in her tone.I looked at her–really looked at her.Something about her face, the curve of her lips, the calm in her eyes… it stirred a memory I couldn’t place. A night blurred by whiskey and shadows. A voice whispering my name in the dark.My chest tightened for no reason I could explain. I blinked hard, forcing the thought away. That night had been with Naomi. It had to be.“Sir?” Celina’s voice pulled me back. “Are you still here?”I cleared my throat, sitting up straighter. “Yeah–yes. I meant to ask… are you sick? You bought a lot of medication from the pharmacy.”Her brows lifted slightly. “Medication? How did you know?”“The card,” I said, leaning back. “Everything purchased with my black card shows up in my system.”“Oh…” Her voice softened. “It’s not for me. It’s for my mom. She’s been sick for a while. The doctor said she’ll need those drugs for at least three months.”I studied her face quietly. There was no pity

The next morning, I got to the office early. The air was still cool, the kind that carried the smell of fresh mop water and newly brewed coffee. The security guard at the gate smiled lazily, his eyes still heavy with sleep.“Good morning, ma,” he greeted."Morning,” I said, forcing a smile as I signed in. My hand trembled slightly, though I pretended not to notice. My stomach twisted. Maybe from nerves, maybe from hunger. I’d barely slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, the same thoughts returned–him. The man from that night. His voice, his touch, his face. All tangled with shame and confusion.I sighed quietly as I walked through the hallway, heels clicking against the tiled floor. The building smelled like air freshener, and for a second, I almost felt normal. Almost.I was heading toward my desk when a sharp voice stopped me at the doorway.“Celina,” the secretary said, blocking my path.She was standing with her arms crossed, her perfume thick enough to sting my nose. She

The room was frozen in silence.He stood right beside her, his grip firm, his expression unreadable. The tension in his jaw was clear, the sharpness in his eyes enough to silence everyone.“Have you lost your mind?” His voice was low but cut through the room like a blade.The secretary’s confidence melted instantly. She tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat. “Sir… I…I was just–”“Just what?” His tone hardened. “You think this is a market square where you can raise your hands on your colleague?”The air felt heavy, suffocating. No one dared to breathe. Even Fred, who had just returned with the others, stood by the door looking stunned. His eyes darted between me, the boss, and the secretary–confusion and disbelief written all over his face.“I…” she stammered, lowering her gaze.“Apologize,” he said coldly.She blinked. “Sir?”“Now.”Her voice trembled as she turned to me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.I couldn’t respond. My heart was still pounding too fast, my palms clammy.

Bryan Drake’s POV I looked at her through the tinted glass as she walked toward the car–her wine-colored corporate top tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt that hugged her figure just enough to make my throat tighten. The sun caught in her hair, giving it a faint sheen, softening the sharpness of her expression. She looked composed, confident… and utterly unaware of the effect she had on me.I shouldn’t have noticed. But I did. I couldn’t help it.Earlier that morning, while adjusting my tie for the third time, I’d caught my reflection in the mirror and said something I probably shouldn’t have.“I have to look sharp for her,” I’d muttered, more to myself than to anyone else.But my driver had heard. He always did.He chuckled under his breath. “If you like her, sir, tell her.”I’d ignored him. Pretended not to hear. How could I possibly explain what I couldn’t even define myself?She was an employee. A junior designer. Someone who’d walked into my company, and somehow, my head–wit