Semua Bab The CEO Who Won’t Let Me Go: Bab 51 - Bab 60

"Just a joke…" I whispered, my whole body still shaking."You’re scared of me. Why?" he said quietly. "I’ve noticed it before—sometimes you look at me like you’re prey backed into a corner. I’m not going to eat you, Zoe. At least not right now—and not like that."Alan lifted a grape to my lips and gently pressed it into my mouth."I think we should get to know each other better. Let’s play a game.""A game?" I echoed after swallowing the sweetness, already feeling some of the tension melt out of me. "Aren’t you a little too old for that?""Not at all." He let go of my chin. "There are games meant only for adults. And to make things interesting, the loser owes the winner a wish.""Within reason," I added quickly, just in case. "What are the rules?"I was genuinely curious. The prize was worth it. I’d win—and make him stay away from me."We take turns asking three questions each. Whoever refuses to answer—or lies more—loses.""And how are we supposed to know when someone’s lying?""How?

Clutching a couple of books—the first ones I’d grabbed without even looking—I bolted back to my apartment. Alan drove me home, just like he’d promised, after I’d supposedly “looked through” his library. Though “looked through” was generous—I couldn’t remember a single title I’d actually noticed. At one point I’d even been holding a book upside down, which he’d pointed out with a faint, knowing smile.That kiss wouldn’t leave me alone. It replayed in my head over and over, his touch threading through my thoughts until everything inside me twisted tight, sending a shiver down my spine. Of course I didn’t sleep. Not even for a minute. By morning, I was exhausted, running on fumes—but that didn’t magically erase my responsibilities. Tomorrow afternoon, there was a press conference at my father’s company, and I was expected to show up looking flawless.Kira took one look at me and immediately tried to fix the situation with caffeine, but even three strong coffees barely made a dent. I almo

"Levon," I said—and immediately lost my footing under his sharp, displeased look.Something was wrong. I felt it deep in my gut. Something had gone sideways, and I needed to fix it—fast.But how?I’d barely walked in. I was just here to say hello—and he was looking at me like a wolf deciding whether to bite.Easy, Zoe. Breathe. Fix it."Grandpa…"That one word worked like magic.His expression softened right before my eyes."Zoe, my dear granddaughter," he said warmly, pulling me into a tight hug. "I can’t even tell you how happy I am to see you. You look absolutely stunning today.""Thank you," I said, smoothing my dress after his enthusiastic greeting.No matter how hard I’d tried to resist, I’d still worn the outfit Boris had bought me. It was perfect for today—and it would stay with me as a reminder of one unforgettable, happy day.Then I remembered my sister standing beside me and quickly turned to him."Grandpa, I want you to meet someone. This is Valeri—my sister on my mom’s si

"Alan, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice tightening with fear as his hands closed around me and lifted me onto the edge of the table. He stepped in close, and I froze—like my body had forgotten how to move. Here, in my father’s company, with people constantly passing through the halls—people who now knew exactly who I was—this felt even more forbidden. And forbidden things had a way of pulling you in."Don’t.""Then push me away, Zoe," Alan murmured against my ear, his lips grazing my cheek. "I’m about to kiss you while your fiancé is out there somewhere, probably tearing through the halls looking for his missing bride. Push me away, and I’ll leave you alone. But if you don’t…" His voice dipped lower. "I’ll take your silence as a yes. And then I won’t stop."I pressed my palms to his chest, meaning to shove him back. I even drew in a breath, bracing myself——but the next second, everything slipped.His hand came up, gripping the back of my head, and he crushed his mouth against m

I can believe in a chance encounter—even that we’d end up flying to the same city, in the same country. I can even accept that Alan was sitting right in front of me, and that the entire flight I was hyper-aware of him—his cologne, the memory of his hands, the ghost of his touch lingering on my skin.Fine. I’ll believe all of that.But this?This is too much.Standing in front of neighboring rooms. The last two available rooms in the same hotel where our entire group just checked in.“Neighbors?” he said lightly, flashing me a teasing wink.Heat rushed to my face. I looked away, fumbling with the keycard, desperate to get inside my room as fast as possible. This didn’t feel like coincidence anymore. It felt like fate was messing with me—or worse, like Alan had somehow orchestrated the whole thing.Should I switch rooms? Maybe with Kira?No. That would put me next to Boris, and that was definitely worse.Then maybe I should talk to Dad. He wouldn’t say no to something like this… right?