Semua Bab A Deal With Mr. CEO: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Amelia The morning light filtered through the large windows, casting a soft glow over the room. I stood in front of the Adrian, carefully adjusting his tie. He stood there with his height looming over me and his gaze fixed entirely on my face. His hands rested lightly on my waist as I straightened the knot. "Hold still," I murmured, straightening the knot one last time. "You keep moving." "I’m not moving," he said, his voice quiet but amused. "You are," I chuckled. "Do you know what today is?" he asked, his voice low with a hint of a smile. I paused my movements, as my fingers lingered on the cool fabric of his tie. I looked up, biting my lip and pulling my brows together as if I was genuinely searching my brain for a missing date. "Today?" I mused, tapping my chin. "Hmm..." His eyes narrowed playfully. "Come on, Amelia..." I laughed. "Of course I know what today is, Adrian." "Happy five-month anniversary, babe," he murmured. "Happy five-month anniversary," I

I got back to my workstation still fuming. Megan and Casey looked up simultaneously as I slumped into my chair. My hands were shaking a bit. "Amelia?" Megan whispered, leaning over "What happened? You look like you’ve had just enough for today." "What’s wrong?" Casey added, his voice laced with concern. I took a deep, shuddering breath, staring at the blank monitor of my computer. "Uhmm, I don't really want to talk about it right now," I said, my voice tight. "Please. I just need a minute." They exchanged a look but respected my boundary. "Okay," Casey said gently. "We’re here if you change your mind." The rest of the day was a blur of distracted work. The warmth that had filled my chest this morning had been replaced by something else... anger. What a way to ruin an anniversary, I thought, shaking my head. I tried to focus on my actual work, the strategy outlines and campaign adjustments I had been handling before Ms. Corey dumped that assignment on me but my mind k

My mom sat beside me as she watched me with smile on her face. "You’re really serious about him, aren't you?" she asked softly. "With Adrian?" I didn't even have to think about it. "Yes," I whispered. "I am." "You love him, right?" I gave a small smile and a firm nod. "Yeah... Yeah I do." She exhaled. "I’m happy for you, Amelia. Truly." "Thanks, Mom," I said, reaching out to squeeze her hand. Her smile faltered slightly as her expression became more serious now. "But... I’m not going to ignore the fact that you look kind of down. Something is bothering you. What is it?" I sighed, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to me. I reached into the ribboned box and took a bite of a scone. "Well," I started, looking at the few crumbs on my lap. "It's my new boss." "Your new boss?" she echoed. "What about her?" "I don't really complain about work. I love my job. I love what I do. Seeing a campaign come together, watching the strategies actually work out, it

My fingers slipped into his hair almost instinctively, threading through the soft strands as I looked down at him properly. "You look tired, Adrian," I said, leaning a bit closer. "You really should take it easy sometimes." He let out a short, dry breath that was supposed to be a laugh, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I’m not tired, Amelia." I sighed, pulling back just enough to force him to meet my gaze. I wasn't going to let him retreat behind that wall of stone tonight. "Adrian, you know it’s okay to be tired, right? You’re human. Not a machine." Before I could get another word out, he moved. He silenced me with a kiss, deep, sudden, and tasting faintly of the wine he’d been sipping. It was a classic Adrian move, a beautiful distraction. I giggled against his lips and I pulled away just enough to catch my breath. "I’m serious," I insisted. He didn't stop. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there. "I know you are," he murmure

We finally got to the house. By the time Adrian pulled into the driveway, I was already throbbing with need. The second the front door clicked shut behind us, he was on me. He wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively as he carried me through the house, his lips crashing against mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. I moaned into it, my fingers digging into his shoulders, the taste of him, wine from the event and desire making my head spin. He backed me against the nearest wall in the hallway. His mouth never left mine as one of his hands slid down, pushing the slit of my dress aside. My hands are already yanking at his shirt, popping buttons. His fingers found me instantly, soaked through my panties. "Fuck, Amelia," he rasped against my lips. "You’re dripping for me." I whimpered, my hips rocking against his hand as two fingers pushed inside me, curling just right. He pumped them slowly, deliberately, while his thum