All Chapters of Too Late To Apologize, Mr. CEO: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Got some photos for you, babe.” Victor clicked something on his phone.My phone beeped. I picked it up and swiped through the photos he’d sent me. Claire getting into her car. Going into her office. Chatting with Derek.I frowned. He was gazing down at her, smiling, a tender look in his eyes. He wasn’t supposed to look at her like that, goddammit! That expression was reserved for me! I threw my phone across the room.Victor reached out and plucked it from the air. “Now, now, babe,” he said. “I understand things are tough right now in that beautiful brain of yours. Preggo hormones and whatnot. But I’ve already replaced your phone twice this week. That’s enough.”I glared at him. If it wasn’t so hard for me to get up, I’d waddle across the room and slap him in the face. “You want some strawberries?” he asked solicitously. “Chocolate?”“Herring.” I leaned back and put my feet up. “Aw man, do you have to?” he said. In someone less intimidating it would have been a whine.“Yes. Yes, I

“Whoa, you look amazing!” Madison came out from behind her desk to get a better look at my outfit. I twirled around in front of her admiring gaze. Althea had helped me pick out the clothes. We’d gone shopping together in London before I went back to the States. She had excellent taste and a good eye for outfits that expressed my personality. I looked elegant and professional, but still ever-so-slightly rakish and uncaring. I looked cool. I’d never looked cool before. And I needed the morale boost today, because I had to go in front of the board and defend our internship program. Kurt and I had figured out how Oliver was doing it. The investigation had led to the arrest of the assistant to the CFO of that company. Oliver was only fifteen, so he came back to us. I sighed. Adrian could have given him a stern talking-to and made him straighten up. In retrospect I should have been more suspicious about that. My heels made a tick-tock sound as I walked towards the boardroom. I squared

Her screams hurt my ears and her struggles pulled on the rope tying us together, cutting off my air, but I still felt sorry for Savannah. Derek’s decision seemed to come as a complete shock to her. It came as a shock to me too. Derek and I were friends now, but Savannah was carrying his unborn child. I winced as Savannah’s screaming hit a particularly high pitch. She seemed to be in a mentally delicate state as well.In the background I could hear Derek saying, “Hello? Hello? Just tell me how to set up the ransom and—”The boss cut the connection abruptly. “Babe. Babe,” he said to Savannah. “Settle down. Breathe. You’ll hurt the baby.” This was weird.He walked up to Savannah and leaned over her, patting her shoulder soothingly. “Savvie, sweetheart,” he continued. He was no longer speaking with the cold, disinterested tone of a kidnapper. His voice was tender. Possessive. “I told you how he is. He doesn’t deserve you.”She struck out at him with her bound hands, dragging me along w

Warning: The following chapter contains depiction of physical harm to a pregnant character and threatened pregnancy loss, which may be distressing for some readers. Please go right to the next chapter if this topic can upset you.The next morning we had mini boxes of cereal for breakfast. Frosted cornflakes. No milk. Could be worse, I guess. Savannah actually ate hers and drank her water. She seemed to be perking up, and I was heartily glad for the baby’s sake. Of course, it had its downside too. “I knew there was something wrong with you from the beginning,” she said, crunching meditatively on her cornflakes. “I was only six years old, but I knew. Mom was never pregnant. You just showed up one day, my new kid sister.” She glared at me, but without the venom I was used to. “That must have been tough to deal with as a little kid,” I said with real sympathy. “And Mom and Dad aren’t exactly known for their emotional intelligence. They probably just left you to get on with it.”“Yeah

When I woke up I knew he was gone. My baby. My hand moved to cradle my belly, the way I’d been doing for months now. But it was an empty gesture.“Hey,” Claire was sitting quietly beside my bed. “Want some water?” She held up a sippy cup. “Not thirsty,” I muttered. I closed my eyes, hoping she’d take the hint.“Okay.” There was a small thunk as she set the cup down. “You needed four units of blood, but they said you should be all right now. Just rest. Eat lots of liver.” I opened one eye. She was smiling. It was a sad smile, but it was there. “Hate liver,” I said. “Everybody hates liver,” she replied. “But if you cook it right it’s not that bad. I’ll make you some bacon-wrapped chicken livers. You’ll hardly know you’re eating it.” “What are you doing here anyway?” I snapped. “Hanging around bothering me, babbling about liver.” I wanted to turn over, turn my back on her, but I couldn’t even do that. I was too exhausted and hooked up to too many tubes and wires.“You saved me,” s