All Chapters of LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Gloss POV After Dream’s public declaration, everything in the company changed overnight. My desk felt like the center of a silent storm. People no longer whispered when I walked by, they just stopped talking entirely. Eyes followed me from behind monitors, conversations died mid-sentence, and fake smiles bloomed like weeds wherever I turned. The elevator rides became longer, colder. Some employees offered polite nods, others looked away quickly, pretending not to notice me. It wasn’t subtle anymore, I could feel the line drawn between me and them. Some feared me. Others just plain hated me. And in the middle of it all, Adrian thrived. He strutted through the corridors like the cat who’d caught the canary, flashing that smug grin that made my stomach twist. Every time he passed me, he made sure to drop a comment sharp enough to cut. “Must be nice having the boss wrapped around your finger,” he’d say in passing, voice dripping with mock innocence. Or, “You really should teach me y

Gloss POV The car ride home was too quiet. The hum of the engine filled the silence between us, low and steady, yet charged. Dream sat beside me, jaw tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary. Every flick of his eyes to the road was controlled, deliberate, like he was holding something back. I knew that look. He was furious. The night outside was a blur of lights and motion. City reflections danced across the car windows, but all I could see was the small vein pulsing at his temple. The moment the car stopped in front of the penthouse, he didn’t say a word. He stepped out, long strides, sharp movements. I followed, my heels clicking on the marble floor of the lobby, the tension trailing between us like smoke. Inside the elevator, the silence grew heavier. The golden light hummed above us, flickering slightly as if nervous too. He exhaled once, slow, through his nose. “Do you want to tell me what the hell that was tonight?” His voice was calm, too calm t

Dream's POV I didn’t sleep. All night, I replayed it, the brief touch of his lips, the startled look in his eyes, the way the world stopped for one reckless heartbeat. And then the anger that came after. The kind that burned low and constant, the kind that made me feel like I was losing control. When morning came, I pretended it hadn’t happened. Pretended he was just my assistant again, that his laugh didn’t echo in my head or that my chest didn’t tighten every time he walked past. He tried to speak to me in the kitchen when I came down. “Good morning…” “Coffee,” I said sharply, not looking up from the tablet. He hesitated, his tone soft. “You want sugar or…” “Black,” I said. “Like usual.” He nodded, went quiet. The clink of the cup on the counter sounded louder than it should have. The air was heavy. He moved carefully, like I might snap again. Maybe I would. I told myself it was better this way, professional distance, controlled silence. But the silence wasn’t peace. It w

Dream's POV The morning began quieter than usual, the kind of silence that filled a room before a storm. I sat in my office, scrolling through proposal files on my tablet, trying to focus on numbers, projections, anything that would keep my mind from wandering to Gloss. Every time I tried to think of something else, his face appeared again, those stubborn eyes, that ridiculous grin, the way he said things as if the world would crumble if he didn’t get the last word. After the “tie” incident yesterday, I could barely look at him without remembering how awkwardly he’d blurted it out. “I love your… tie.” The absurdity of it should’ve made me laugh, but instead, it unsettled me. I was the CEO, I shouldn’t be thinking about my assistant’s nervous stammer or the way his hands trembled when he held a file. Yet here I was, watching the clock, waiting for him to walk through the door like it was the most important event of my day. When he finally entered, the room shifted. His presence did

Dream's POV I swear, I don’t know why I keep getting déjà vu anytime my so-called relationship with Gloss trends online. Each time the public creates a new narrative about us, the rumors burn fast, and die down just as quickly. So when the headlines exploded again this morning, I wasn’t even surprised. “Dream Corp’s CEO in a romantic scandal with his secretary.” “Office romance confirmed?” “Dream L. feeds his rumored boyfriend cake in front of the entire staff.” The photos were everywhere, on business blogs, entertainment sites, even in international finance columns that had no business caring about who I fed cake to. The image was clear, the angle perfect: me holding a fork, Gloss looking up at me with flushed cheeks and startled eyes. Romantic enough to spark chaos. I stared at my screen, scrolling through the mess as my phone vibrated nonstop. My PR manager had sent me thirty messages in the last hour. The board had called for an emergency meeting. Shareholders were asking fo