All Chapters of The CEO'S Forgotten Promise : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sara Michaels I followed Kinsley as he lead me out of the luxurious building, his steps were slow and majestic...each move his muscles made reminded me of the sneaky moments he gave me earlier. I nearly gave myself a slap, as I tried to shake off the naughty moments in my mind. "Are you okay? Are you still worried about Valerie? Don't worry, I will talk to her and she will apologize to you." Kingsley said smoothly, he turned his head to my side and gave me the most reassuring smile ever. I wanted to melt into his arms and open up about how angry I was at Valerie...someone who only seems to know me based on the ridiculous inform she found online about me...But I couldn't, I did not want Kingsley seeing me as a weak and fragile person... I had already cried in front of him enough. And so, I shook my head lightly and leaned closer to his big and strong arm, "I am perfectly fine... Don't worry about me." I said. He stopped for a second, letting everyone step out of the buil

Sara Michaels I stood from the chair slowly, as Kingsley lead me out the door. The restaurant was almost empty, the music was fading slowly. He walked by my side carefully, but I couldn't miss the way his eyes kept landing back at me. Those blue sexy eyes that kept scanning my body like he was starving. My body felt tingly, rushed by a soft wave of arousal I could not understand. “Babe, I feel hot…” I panted softly as I took off the jacket and hopped into the back seat of the car with him. “Let me take us home, you'll sleep at my place… You don't look so good..” His deep voice rasped, sending shivers down my spine. “I am not sick, silly… I feel… I feel like I want to fuck you… I feel really hot right now…” I purred. He smirked then took off his neck tie, then leaned closer to my trembling body. “Do you need me, this close?” He flickered his gaze at Mr with hooded eyes. I swallowed hard, then nodded. Like a good girl I am, I slowly took off the dress from my shoulders down t

Sara Michaels“I didn’t say you could stop looking at me like that.”Kingsley’s voice brushed against my ear, low and teasing, and I felt his fingers tilt my chin back toward him before I could even pretend I wasn’t staring. Heat crept up my neck, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.“I’m not looking at you like anything,” I replied, forcing a calm I didn’t entirely feel.His lips curved slowly, eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a man before.”“I’ve seen men,” I shot back, stepping away from him and folding my arms. “Just not ones who live like this.”I turned slightly, letting my gaze sweep across the space again. The mansion was nothing short of breathtaking. Marble floors reflected the soft golden light from an enormous chandelier overhead, and every piece of furniture looked like it had been chosen with careful precision. It was luxurious without being loud, elegant without trying too hard....and somehow, it suited

Sara Michaels “My love… wake up.” The voice was low, warm, and far too close. I stirred slightly, my brows pulling together as I tried to cling to sleep, but then I felt it....a soft brush against my temple. Then again. Slower this time. His kisses were blessing my soft skin. My eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and the first thing I saw was Kingsley hovering over me, his expression softer than I had ever seen it. “Good morning,” he murmured. I blinked, disoriented for a second as everything from last night came rushing back. The mansion. The dancing. The laughter. The way I had fallen asleep without overthinking for once. “You’re… real,” I mumbled. A quiet chuckle left him. “I’d be offended if I wasn’t.” I shifted slightly under the covers, suddenly aware of how comfortable I felt. Too comfortable. “What time is it?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep. “Late enough for you to stop pretending you’re not awake.” I groaned softly, dragging a hand

Sara Michaels “Who are you…” Amanda repeated, her tone lower now, but edged with something sharper. I didn’t rush to answer. I simply held her gaze, calm and steady, letting the silence settle between us before I spoke. “Someone who understands boundaries,” I said, my voice even, my posture relaxed but firm. Her lips curled. “You have some nerve,” she snapped, her pride clearly bruised. “And you don’t have enough,” I replied coolly, placing the card back on the dresser with controlled precision. Her expression darkened instantly, and before I could blink, her hand flew up fast and aggressive, aimed straight for my face. But it never landed because I caught her wrist mid-air so clean and effortless. My grip was firm but not aggressive, my face calm, my breathing steady....like I had all the time in the world. Amanda froze in shock and her eyes widened, shock flickering into disbelief as she tried to process what had just happened. I tilted my head slightly, my gaze locking on