Semua Bab Mr. CEO, Leave Me Breathless : Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Go back to the hotel. I can handle myself—Ouch, fuck! Can you at least be gentle?!” I snapped at Selina when she pressed a cotton ball soaked in alcohol against my knuckles.After storming out of Ingrid’s company building, I had punched the wall outside the lobby until my hand was split open. The sting finally registered, but even that pain couldn’t compare to the one tearing through my chest.“I’m not going back to the hotel. Wherever you go, I’m going,” Selina stated flatly, pressing harder on my hand.“You’re torturing me more than treating me!” I glared at her and tried to pull away, but she shot me a deadly look and grabbed my hand again.Aside from Ingrid, she’s the only person who ever dares to talk back to me, the only one who doesn’t flinch when I lose it. I can be cold to her, harsh even, but I can also be honest. I can let my guard down with her... something I could never do with Ingrid.My jaw tightened as Ingrid’s face flashed in my head, along with that damn headline ab

I sank down on the curb, head spinning. The nausea came in waves again, crawling up my throat. God, I shouldn’t have gone there. The mix of alcohol and perfume was still clinging to my clothes, making it worse.I hadn’t even gotten a check-up yet, so I had no idea how the baby was doing. I’d been too busy working… and thinking about how to get away from Ethan.A shadow fell over me. Polished shoes. The kind he always wore. My chest tightened before I even looked up.“Why are you here? Did you drink?”His voice was calm, but I could hear the worry in it. Ethan crouched down in front of me, trying to meet my eyes.“I… I didn’t drink. I’m just… having a headache,” I said, pausing between words.“You sure? I can take you to the hospital.”I shook my head quickly. “No. I’m fine. Just tired.”He didn’t buy it. He just looked at me, quiet and unreadable, and that made my heart race even faster.He’d been doing that lately—just… staring. Like he was searching for something buried deep in his

Opening my eyes carefully and cautiously, the first thing that hits me is the sweet, intoxicating scent lingering in the air. As his familiar smell fills my senses, I let the warm waves of it wash over me, relaxing my aching muscles.When I stretch each limb one by one, I flinch as my tender skin and fragile bones scream back at me, begging me to stay still.The sudden realization that I’m not in my hotel room but in Ethan’s hits me hard, confusing the hell out of me. I sit up and immediately notice the scattered pieces of clothing, my clothing—littering Ethan’s bedroom floor. Then, like a heavy weight dropping onto my shoulders, reality sinks in as last night’s events crash through my mind.I had sex with Ethan Blake.“Shit. Shit. Shit.”A sick feeling curls in my stomach as regret and panic take over. I’m screwed. Both literally and metaphorically. Angry at myself for letting it happen again, I run a shaky hand through my messy hair, silently cursing myself for being so damn irratio

My brows furrowed when I spotted a familiar car parked in front of my unit.I walked over and tapped on the window. It slid down immediately, revealing Ethan in a simple black T-shirt, sleeves hugging his arms just right. He was wearing shades. Nothing fancy, but he had this undeniable presence.“Mr. Blake… you’re here,” I said, my voice betraying more surprise than I intended. I quickly shoved Dr. Harper’s prescription under my arm, making sure he would not see it.He lifted a basket brimming with fruit. “I bought you this.”My eyes narrowed. Fruit? Really? That is not the Ethan Blake I know. He does not just drop by with fruit.He stepped out of the car and locked it. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”“Y-Yeah, sure. Come inside,” I stammered. We walked in together and got into the elevator.The silence was almost suffocating, broken only by the soft hum of the elevator rising to my floor.I sneaked a glance at him. His expression was serious as he stared at the floor numbers. Slow

I was giving one last look at the guest list when my eyes landed on the man placing the huge flower vase near the penthouse entrance. I set the notebook down on the table and rushed toward him.“What is this? Didn’t I say I wanted white roses? These are red!”“Ms. Prescott, we couldn’t find the white ones at the flower shop,” the man replied, his name unfamiliar to me.“Then go search every other flower shop in the city! God, don’t people have common sense these days?” I snapped, panic rising in my chest.“Hey, don’t freak out. It will be fine,” Sasha’s voice came from my side. She had volunteered to help me keep an eye on the gala arrangements.We had been at Ethan’s house since 9 a.m., and it was already 5 p.m. Guests would start arriving soon, and there was still so much to do.This should have been smooth sailing. After all, I had been doing this for years, but I had never panicked like this. Ethan had added last-minute names to the guest list for a potential deal, and my go-to pl