All Chapters of The CEO I Insulted Is Now My Boss : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emma cleared her throat, watching the shop assistant pack up the items. She glanced at Jerry’s back and noticed he had taken off his suit jacket. As if sensing her gaze, he turned to face her, and she quickly looked back at the assistant. When she risked a glance at Jerry again, she saw he had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white dress shirt, revealing smooth skin and a hint of an inked tattoo. *No wonder I kissed him,* Emma thought. She immediately blushed, frantically trying to shove the thought out of her mind. She had been wondering how she’d managed to kiss his neck while he was wearing a full suit, and now she knew. Trying to bridge the awkward silence, she said, "Um, boss, I’m sure your fiancée will be very pleased to receive these gifts." She was trying to soothe his temper. She’d learned that the best way to handle an angry person was with a little flattery. She couldn't lie—she was terrified. She had no idea what was going through his head; instead of hi

"Wow, good morning to you, Miss Emma," Lucy greeted, her mouth hanging open as she stared. Emma rolled her eyes and adjusted her watch, making sure everything looked perfect. She was wearing the new black suit, paired with long, wide-legged trousers and a tucked-in white button-down shirt. For footwear, she had chosen the white heels with the thin, precarious-looking stems. Thankfully, Kristie had taught her how to walk in them that morning; she just prayed she wouldn’t have to run, or she’d end up losing a few teeth by noon. *See who can play this game,* Emma thought. *I’ll make sure that’s the last dollar he ever takes from my paycheck.* She snapped out of her thoughts as she noticed Lucy still staring. "I'm human," Emma remarked dryly. "Of course, but girl, you look mature. Gosh, and your hair!" Lucy gestured to Emma’s sleek, high bun, which pulled her features into a sharp, professional look. Emma’s face twitched. *Mature? Did I look like a child before?* She huffed

"They are so cute," Kristie said, cupping her face with a huge grin as she opened the curtains wide. Sunlight flooded the room, causing Luan to growl from under her blankets."They are little monsters," Luan mumbled. "That’s harsh, Luan! They’re your brothers," Kristie countered, rolling her eyes. Luan peeked out, looking exhausted. "Did you see me yesterday? I almost tripped in the rain trying to get ice cream for my mom, and those kids didn't help. Ask Emma—I have permanent dark circles under my eyes even after a nap." She slumped back onto the mattress.Kristie shrugged, pouring herself a glass of water. "I love sunny days.""I hate them," Emma muttered, eyeing the bright window with a hiss. "It feels like I'm being drained.""What’s with the mood?" Kristie asked. "my brothers " luan pointed out raising her hand up with her head still on the bed . "The beach outfit," Emma sighed.Kristie groaned, picking up her towel. "Still? You’re obsessed, it’s stupid.""Call me wh

The words seemed to hang in the stale air of the foyer, vibrating with an intensity that made the floor feel unstable beneath Emma’s feet. Jerry stood at the top of the stairs, his grip on the mahogany railing tightening until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. He blinked rapidly, his mind struggling to process the statement. It had been a long, long time since he had been on the receiving end of a rejection—if ever. To be told by a subordinate, of all people, that he wasn’t someone’s "type"? It was a concept so foreign it felt like a glitch in his reality. He stared down at Emma, who looked as though she had just been caught committing a crime. Her face was a mask of sheer panic, her eyes darting back and forth. Jerry shifted his gaze to his sister, Beth, who looked equally horrified, her hands pressed over her mouth as if to physically hold back any further incriminating words. The silence grew heavy. The same thought pulsed through both women: *Is he furious because

A Date? Or Just Dinner? The next morning, the office felt different. Emma had opted for a brown suit, paired with a matching brown pencil skirt that hit just above the knee. To change things up, she had spent an extra twenty minutes in front of the mirror, coaxing her hair into soft, cascading curls that framed her face. As she entered the office, Jerry was already at his desk, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a half-empty cup of black coffee by his side. He didn't look up immediately, but the moment her heels clicked against the hardwood, his pen stopped mid-stroke. " Miss Jones " . "Good morning, sir," Emma replied, her heart doing a nervous flutter. She walked over, placing a stack of files neatly on his desk. "I’ve organized the preliminary reports for the logistics team. Everything you asked for is tabbed and highlighted." Jerry finally looked up. His gaze started at the files, then drifted upward, taking in the