Todos os capítulos de Mr CEO Is My Baby Daddy : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

TRICIA I couldn't believe he was belittling me for my height! Ugh. This counted as workplace harassment right?I could sue him…no, I should…I laughed out loud and I imagined I must have sounded like a maniac.I was already thinking like one. Sue Damon Blackwell? Yeah, very funny. It wasn't like I was actually going to do that, it was just a thought…“It's not very nice to make fun of me like that.” I muttered, finally finding my voice.He didn't apologize or give me a reply. He just threw his previous question back at him.“You didn't give me a reply.” He said, his voice hard as he stared at me.I scoffed. “It's rude to ask me something like that out of the blue.” I argued.“It's a simple question.” He insisted, and kept his eyes on me. I narrowed my eyes at him.Was he fishing? My heart flipped lightly in my chest. Was he really interested in me? Was he stylishly asking about my husband to know if I was married? Earlier, he asked about my family.No way. Why on earth would he be i

TRICIA The next two weeks went by without much incidence or excitement. I finally relaxed and I had convinced myself that my boss wasn't bent on getting me in his bed.Everything had been professional and just the usual routine, work and going home to Melody.Ivy and I met a few times over the weeks but we didn't have time to chat much.Her boutique just had its grand opening which I attended and she's been busy since then. I guess all new business owners are this busy after the grand opening.It was eye opening working with Damon and I got to learn a whole lot from working with him.He was still rude and lacked social skills but I had gotten used to it. As long as he wasn't making fun of my height or trying to seduce me…But then, I couldn't deny the part of me that was secretly disappointed. Who wouldn't crave the attention of having your boss be interested in you?Especially someone like Damon. But what good would that do? I would probably just end up in his bed. He wouldn't be ab

TRICIAMelody didn't come running today. Of course she was late and she probably was asleep right now.I knocked on Mrs Lopez's door and waited. After several minutes, she walked out with drowsy eyes.“I'm so sorry to disturb you so late at night, Mrs Lopez. Melody must be asleep?” I asked.She smiled weakly. “Nonsense, Trish. Come in. She fell asleep a while ago.” She replied and opened door wider.I walked in and she led me to the bedroom where Melody was sleeping soundly wrapped in sheets she must have gotten from our room and hugging her stuffed toy.I carried her up as gently as I could and left after thanking Mrs Lopez again.I went upstairs to our place and went straight to the room. She had to eat the icecream before it melted but I couldn't wake her.I would have to eat the ice cream myself.But before I could lay her on the bed, she stirred and opened her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and a smile broke across her face and her eyes brightened once they focused on me.And just li

TRICIA More than an hour went by before we finally fixed the issue. But I couldn't go home because just then he got a call from a client who complained about issues in their contract.We had to attend a last minute meeting at a restaurant which was about a thirty minute drive from the office and discuss with the clients.It took a while but Damon managed to convince them and the project was back on.I could see how the meeting strained Damon and made him tense. Even when he got the call. The contract had been worth billions and it would have been really bad if it had fallen through.As usual, there wasn't much reaction to him just saving the contract.He insisted on treating me to dinner to apologize for having to work overtime.I thought it would be bad considering he was really bad at small talk but we ended up talking about business and it was more than enough as long as we were talking.We ended up having a few drinks and I had no idea if it was because of his heavy drinking last

TRICIA‘My Future Wife’ I blinked severally as his words rang through my head like a bell going off. Did he just say what I think he did?I must have heard wrong, right? Why would he call me his future wife? Unless…he asked me to marry him last night…but he was drunk, and I didn't think he would remember, right?“Sir…what are you…” he interrupted me, his eyes pinning me with a glare as he spoke.“I told you to call me Damon.” He said coldly. The words slammed into me and I scoffed.He remembered everything. What on earth?“What are you talking about, sir? What do you mean ‘future wife?” I asked, ignoring his instruction to call him by his name.But he insisted as he spoke again.“Damon. And I asked you to marry me, doesn't that make you my future wife?” He asked.I clenched my hands into fists. He had to be messing with me. What on earth was he on about?“I don't think I understand what's going on right now…but last night, you were drunk and…I was sure whatever you said was the alcoho