Semua Bab A Deal With Mr. CEO: Bab 81 - Bab 90

ADRIAN The moment the door clicked shut behind Caden, I didn’t waste a second. I rounded the desk and pulled Amelia into my arms, holding her close. I pressed a kiss to the top of her hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her. "You came," I murmured against her hair, my voice low. She let out a soft laugh as she pulled back to look at me. "I told you I’d stop by. I missed you, Adrian. Two weeks of late-night calls isn't the same as actually seeing you." "I missed you too,” I admitted, pulling back just enough to look at her face. "I know that work has... been a lot these past weeks for the both of us." She gave me a small smile. "Exactly." I pulled her closer again, resting my chin briefly against the top of her head. For a few quiet seconds, neither of us spoke. We just stood there in the middle of my office. "How was work today?" I asked finally. She groaned dramatically against my chest. "Don’t remind me." "That bad?" "Not horrible though," she corrected. "

"When your boss is serious and ready to discuss business with me by himself, he can reach out to my office. You tell him that." I said. "But I will not stay here and tolerate this." Maisie’s eyes widened, but I was already done with this. I adjusted the sleeve of my suit sharply, already turning wanting to head out. I just wanted to leave and put this evening behind me. "Adrian, wait..." she called out. Against my better judgment, I glanced at her and in that split second, she closed the distance and got so close and she almost kissed me. Irritation, disbelief, shock, and anger rose up inside me all at once. My first instinct was to shove her away with enough force, but I had to hold back. She was a woman, I wouldn't do that, no matter how much she deserved it. But I jerked my head back immediately, pulling away from her. "What the hell is wrong with you? What were you about do?" I asked looking at her still in complete disbelief. "Adrian..." The other two people at t

I didn’t know how long I sat there. An hour? Maybe longer. But then came the long awaited knock at the front door. With what little strength I could gather, I took in a deep shaky breath, reached for my phone and walked out of the bedroom. I paused at the front door for a second, calming myself, before unlocking and slowly and opening it. Adrian stood there, looking as handsome as ever in a casual button-down and dark jeans. The moment he saw me, his face softened into that warm smile that usually made my heart flutter. Today, it only made the ache worse. And for one horrible second, my chest hurt even more because I loved him so much. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and immediately reached for me like he always did, wanting to pull me into his usual hug. I moved back before he could, just out of his reach. The movement was small but it stopped him instantly. His brows pulled almost immediately. I shut the door quietly. He looked at me properly then.

I got to the living room and stopped short when I saw the piano. My steps slowed instantly. There it sat exactly where it always had, the midnight blue grand piano. Beautiful and elegant. What Adrian had surprised me with that completely melted my heart the day he brought it home. I remembered how excited I had been. Staring at the polished wood, the painful realization of everything that had happened dawned on me all over again. A lump rose in my throat and I felt my eyes began to water. I swallowed and turned away quickly and walked to the kitchen. I physically did not think I had another breakdown left in me but that piano was a constant, loud reminder of a man I was trying to forget. How would I ever be able to move on with such a massive reminder of him in the middle of my home? I let out a breath, the thought of giving it away crossing my mind for the first time. I needed to stop thinking about Adrian. I needed to accept reality. Needed to accept that maybe what we

I wonder what she thinks of me right now. I dragged a hand through my hair again. At this point, she probably hates me. And the worst part? I couldn’t even blame her And Maisie… A dangerous anger flared through me at the thought of her. She had this all planned out. Every single part of it. My jaw tightened. The angle with which the picture was taken made it look like we kissed. I still couldn’t fully understand the level of desperation it took for someone to deliberately try destroying another person’s relationship like that. And somehow… she had succeeded. She was almost certainly the one who sent the picture to Amelia and how she had managed to get Amelia’s personal number, I didn't know and the mystery only fueled more anger in my gut. I felt angry at Maisie, at the situation. At myself... my past "playboy" reputation was finally catching up to me in the worst possible way. I had spent years being the man everyone thought I was, only to have that history weaponized again