Todos los capítulos de Falling For The CEO Again: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Cyprus frowned down at the financial projections spread across the polished walnut desk in his office. He had reached the end of the same paragraph three times without absorbing a single word.His attention snagged, yet again, on a familiar name. Livienne.Projected market growth with Livienne as the face of the campaign: thirty-eight percent.Expected increase in international brand recognition: forty-six percent.He stared at the figures for another moment before shutting the folder. Even in financial reports, he couldn't seem to escape her. The realization irritated him more than he cared to admit. Cyprus leaned back in his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose before reaching for his glasses. Instead of putting them back on, he simply turned them over between his fingers.What the hell was wrong with him?Livienne was an employee, nothing more.Technically, she wasn't even employed by him directly. She was talent contracted to Saint Liman for a four-month campaign. They would wo

Olivia stood in the hallway before the full-length mirror, turning sideways to inspect her reflection one last time. The emerald satin gown skimmed every curve before spilling elegantly to her ankles. She reached behind herself and adjusted one of the thin straps that had twisted slightly against her shoulder before smoothing invisible wrinkles from the dress. She tilted her head, satisfied.From upstairs came a shriek so loud that Olivia nearly jumped. A second scream answered the first, then came peals of uncontrollable little-girl laughter.Olivia slowly closed her eyes. "They're supposed to be asleep," she muttered. Another burst of giggling erupted, followed by unmistakable footsteps pounding across the upstairs landing. She sighed. "They're definitely not asleep."From the living room came Flora's laughter. Olivia turned to find her curled comfortably on the cream-colored sofa with a novel resting open across her lap. She had kicked off her shoes, tucked one leg under herself an

Olivia stared at him in disbelief. For a heartbeat, her alcohol-fogged brain struggled to process what had just happened. Then anger rushed in. “Give it back.”The stranger ignored her completely. "I'm Jonas." He held out his hand as though they were meeting under perfectly ordinary circumstances. "What's your name?"Olivia didn't even glance at it. "I'm not interested." Her voice remained surprisingly steady despite the dizziness threatening to topple her. "Give me my phone back."Instead of obeying, Jonas stepped even closer until she caught the overpowering smell of stale beer and cheap cologne clinging to his clothes. Her stomach turned."I've got a better idea." His grin became openly suggestive. He leaned nearer still, forcing Olivia to lean backwards to avoid his face. "Let's get out of here. We'll go back to my place." His eyes travelled over her body without shame. "I promise I'll show you a really good time."Revulsion curled through her and she had to fight the urge to vomi

Olivia woke slowly, dragged toward consciousness by the relentless pounding behind her eyes.Morning sunlight filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows, slipping between charcoal curtains and spilling across polished wooden floors. The room was spacious and neat. Nothing was out of order. She frowned. Something about it tugged at her memory.Slowly, she pushed herself upright, wincing as another wave of dizziness swept over her. She pressed a hand against her forehead. "What on earth..." Her voice came out hoarse.She swung her legs over the side of the bed, waiting until the room stopped spinning before standing. Every muscle in her body protested the movement. "I am never drinking again," she muttered.The words barely left her mouth before another problem announced itself. She desperately needed the bathroom. Still rubbing her temples, she crossed the bedroom with sleepy familiarity. She reached for a door near the wardrobe and pulled it open.Instead of marble tiles and a bathtub,

His tone remained matter-of-fact and clinical, but Olivia caught the faint strain he tried to hide."I remember my parents, I know where I grew up." A humorless smile tugged briefly at one corner of his mouth. "But I forgot my father retired after his heart attack. I visited him one day and asked why he wasn't at work."His smile disappeared, and something tightened painfully inside Olivia's chest. "I forgot my mother had cut her hair for her sixtieth birthday and I complimented the haircut as if it was new. I forgot people I'd spent years in college with, men who claimed they had shared apartments with me. I had to pretend I remembered them because explaining the alternative became exhausting."Cyprus lifted his eyes to hers. "This is why I think you're lying, because my memory isn’t complete. I think we knew each other."Her heartbeat stumbled but she forced herself not to react."I think..." he continued slowly, choosing each word with care, "...that whatever happened between us di