บททั้งหมดของ A Deal With Mr. CEO: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

When I got to the house, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind me.I kicked off my shoes near the entrance before heading straight to my bedroom.The moment I walked in, I dropped my purse onto the small table beside my bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. For a few seconds, I simply sat there.The events of the evening replayed briefly in my mind.After a moment, I stood up and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. When I finished, I changed into comfortable sleep clothes and returned to my bedroom.I climbed onto the bed and pulled the duvet loosely over myself before reaching for my phone.The screen lit up as I unlocked it. For a while, I just scrolled aimlessly. Social media posts, random messages, news headlines, none of it really holding my attention. My mind kept drifting. Back to the evening and the offer.I was just about to put my phone down when a notification appeared on the screen.Adrian: I hope you got home safely?I stared at the

I stood up from the chair. Adrian rose as well, pushing his chair back with the kind of controlled ease that seemed to follow him everywhere. For a second the weight of the conversation we had just finished still hanging in the air. Four months. A fake relationship. A contract that would soon exist somewhere on paper. I walked around the desk toward him and stopped a step away. Then I stretched out my hand for a handshake. His eyebrow lifted slowly. His eyes dropped to my hand as if he wasn’t entirely sure what he was seeing. Then he looked back at me. "You want me to shake your hand?" he asked, amusement faintly threading through his voice. I gave a small shrug. "Well… yes. It's a business arrangement, isn't it?" He stared at my hand again like the idea was mildly ridiculous. "Oh, come on," I said. "Just shake my hand." A low chuckle escaped him, a sound that was dangerously attractive, before he finally reached forward and took my hand. His grip was firm and wa

By the time we arrived, I already knew where we were. I had heard of the restaurant before. Everyone had. It was one of those places people talked about in hushed, impressed tones, the kind you didn’t just walk into on a random evening. Adrian stepped out first, then came around to my side and opened the door. I placed my hand in his, stepping out carefully. Then I felt his hand settle at the small of my back as he guided me toward the entrance. We walked inside together. I paused slightly, my eyes scanning the space. The restaurant was beautiful with soft golden lighting, elegant tables, quiet music playing in the background, but... there was no one else. Not a single guest. Every single table was empty. I turned to him. "There’s… nobody here." His expression didn’t change. "Yeah, I booked it." I blinked. "You… what?" "I booked the entire restaurant," he repeated simply. For a second, I just stared at him. I wanted to ask why but then, I just nodded instead.

I forced myself to look away, back to the front and focus on the stage. But the feeling didn’t leave. It lingered, like something pressing lightly at the back of my mind, refusing to be ignored. After a few seconds, I gave in. I turned my head again. And there she was, still staring. Our eyes met again, and this time, I didn’t immediately look away. For a second, neither of us did. Then, slowly, I gave her a small, polite smile. The kind that you give when you don’t want to make things awkward. But she didn’t return it. Her expression didn’t change at all. I frowned slightly and turned back to face the stage, shifting in my seat. Okay… that was weird. For a moment, I considered leaning toward Adrian and mentioning it and ask him who she was. But I just decided to let it go. Or at least, I tried to. By the time the speech ended, the room had come alive again. There was soft conversations, laughter, glasses clinking. I exhaled quietly and turned slightly toward Adrian.

Damn! I actually was attracted to him. The words hung between us, undeniable now that it has been said out loud. His gaze held mine for a second longer, like he was making sure. With his hand still resting on my cheek, he tilted his head to the other side of my face and leaned in as his lips brushed my earlobes. A slow, deliberate press of heat that made my breath catch. Then he placed another kiss on my cheek. "If you don’t want this, Amelia" he murmured against my skin, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it, "tell me to stop. Right now." My answer came fast, almost desperate. "Don’t stop." That was all he needed. He turned back to me. His eyes dark and locking onto mine for a fraction of a second, and then his lips was on mine. I slid my hands up his chest, as my fingers curled into the crisp fabric of his suit, pulling him closer until there was nothing left between us but heat and heartbeat. The kiss deepened fast, tongues sliding, teeth grazing, all the frustr