Semua Bab Mr. CEO, Leave Me Breathless : Bab 41 - Bab 50

“Fuck. I’ve been wanting to do this with you… since that night…” Ethan breathed against my ear.After a good five minutes of the most magical kissing, Ethan took control, kissing me and then turning me around, and placing my face down on the table, my arse bent over the edge. He slipped off my knickers and kissed my bottom. While there was real tenderness in his actions, I could sense an urgency coming.Ethan’s face sank between my cheeks and his tongue found my rosebud, rimming me teasingly before he moved down to my pussy. I was dripping and his mouth was so welcome. He darted from lips to the clitoris and a delicious tension built in my cunt.“Oh my… Fuck…! Ethan… I want more… of you…” I moaned continuously as I pressed his head against my pussy.“Of course, baby. You want more. As you should,” he said as he put his hand to my face.I needed more. I needed him to penetrate me. And I was pleased when he made his next move. He stood up and kissed me again. I tasted my own juices on h

I’d been thinking a lot about Ethan lately. What started as admiration for my boss somehow turned into something deeper.It’s strange how quickly someone can become part of your routine. Ethan used to be the person I feared disappointing the most. Now, he’s the one whose voice I unconsciously wait for in the mornings, the one I check my phone for when it lights up with a message.And the scary part? Every day that passes, it’s getting harder to pretend I don’t care.I was sitting by the small dining table, a pile of contracts spread open in front of me. They were the ones I needed to have him sign before the week ended, but my focus was completely gone.Instead, I kept thinking about the little things—his smile when he teases me, the way his voice softens when he’s tired, the rare moments when he actually laughs.I pressed a hand against my stomach, my thumb tracing small, gentle circles.The secret I’ve been carrying was getting heavier. Not just because of the baby, but because of t

The moment I heard her voice on the phone, something in me snapped—not out of anger, but panic. It was that soft, trembling “Ethan” that undid me.I didn’t even think. I just grabbed my keys, muttered something to myself, and walked straight out of Selina’s apartment. By the time I realized what I was doing, I was already in the car, headlights slicing through the darkness as I drove across the city.I shouldn’t have gone. I knew that.But there are certain voices, certain people, you can’t ignore, no matter how far you’ve tried to move on. And hers… hers still carried a power I couldn’t explain.When I reached her condo, everything felt too familiar. Same lobby, same scent of perfume clinging faintly to the elevators. My chest tightened as the doors slid open, revealing the hallway I used to know by heart.When she opened the door, I almost didn’t recognize her.Her hair was messy, mascara streaked down her face, and the hem of her dress was wrinkled. Her eyes—God, her eyes—were swol

I thought things would start going back to normal between us. After all, Ethan had been calmer these past few days. He still greeted me every morning, still asked for coffee at the same time, still gave quiet nods whenever I handed him reports. But beneath that steady routine, there was something different.And I felt it every single day.That morning, I arrived early to catch up on the pending reports. By ten, I had everything sorted and ready for Ethan’s review. I checked the clock, grabbed the folder, and headed to his office like I always did.The moment I pushed the door open, the air shifted.Ingrid was there. Sitting casually on Ethan’s desk.Her manicured fingers tapped the edge of his table, and she leaned closer as if they were sharing a secret. Ethan was saying something, his tone low, serious, but then Ingrid laughed softly, touching his arm like they were the only two people in the room.For a brief second, I froze. My grip on the report tightened. My mind screamed leave,

The next morning came with the same heavy things I didn’t want to think about. I told myself it would be just another day. That I’d walk into the office, drown in paperwork, and not feel a thing.But pretending not to feel had become exhausting.By the time I reached the lobby, people were already whispering. I could feel their stares, faint, curious, the kind that burned holes through your composure. My name would get lost in their murmurs, but one name always came out louder.Ingrid.They said she and Ethan arrived together again. This time in the same car. Someone even said he opened the door for her, like old times.I didn’t want to believe it, but the universe didn’t care much for denial.When the elevator doors opened on our floor, I saw it myself. Ethan walked beside her, perfectly composed in his charcoal suit, while Ingrid looked radiant in her ivory coat. Her laughter echoed faintly down the hallway, light and effortless.My stomach twisted.I lowered my head and quickened m