All Chapters of HIS BLIND OBSESSION : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

By the time we got to Damien’s house, Caleb was practically bouncing in the back seat.“We’re here,” I said as I parked.He reached for the door.“Wait until I turn the car off.”He pulled his hand back and grinned. “You take too long.”“You’ve been saying that since we left.”“Because you do.”Eli laughed from beside him. “Just let him complain. It’s the only thing keeping him quiet.”“I am not complaining.”“You’ve been talking for forty minutes.”“I have things to say.”“You always have things to say.”Caleb turned toward him. “You’re just jealous because people actually listen to me.”Eli stared at him.“Where did you learn that?”“You.”I shook my head, trying not to laugh.“Both of you, get out.”Caleb grabbed his bag and jumped out.“Don’t run!”He slowed down, then looked back at me.“I’m walking fast.”“That is not walking.”He laughed and continued toward the house.Eli climbed out more slowly.“He’s excited.”“I can see that.”“You’re excited too.”I looked at him.“I am.”

I woke up to someone pounding on my bedroom door. “Noah!” I opened my eyes. It was too early. “NOAH!” “I’m awake!” The door opened immediately. Caleb stood there in yesterday’s clothes, his hair sticking up in several directions. “Good.” I sat up. “What do you want?” “Breakfast.” I looked at the clock. “It’s seven in the morning.” “I’m hungry.” “You have Eli.” “He’s still sleeping.” “So you decided to wake me instead?” Caleb grinned. “Damien is already awake.” That got my attention. “Where?” “Kitchen.” “Why didn’t you wake him?” “I did. He told me to let you sleep.” I stared at him. “Then why are you here?” “Because I didn’t listen.” I laughed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” “I know.” He walked out. I got dressed and went downstairs. Damien was standing in the kitchen, making coffee. “You let him wake me?” “I told him not to.” “He ignored you.” “I noticed.” I walked over and wrapped my arms around him from behind. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

By the time I left Victoria’s office, my head was full. Not because the meeting had gone badly. It had gone very well, actually. That was almost the problem. Victoria had spent nearly two hours going through the Mercer structure with me, questioning every decision, challenging some of my recommendations and asking me to explain why I had chosen one approach over another. She hadn’t made it easy. But she had listened. And when we were done, she had pushed the final folder toward me. “You’re ready for this,” she had said. I hadn’t known what to say to that. So I had thanked her. Now I was standing in the elevator, staring at my reflection in the doors and wondering when exactly my life had become this complicated. A few months ago, I had been worrying about hospital bills and whether my bank account could survive another week. Now I had a position on a major account, a board meeting tomorrow morning and a billionaire boyfriend waiting for me upstairs. I still wasn’t comple

By eight the next morning, I was already at Victoria Mercer’s office.I had barely finished my coffee when her assistant came in with another folder.“Victoria wants you to review these before the meeting.”I looked at the thickness of it.“Is this another twenty-seven pages?”“Thirty-two.”I stared at her.She smiled apologetically and left.I opened the folder.The Mercer account had grown quickly since I became lead analyst. There were new projections, revised contracts, supplier changes and a list of concerns Victoria wanted addressed before the next round of negotiations.I had been reading for about twenty minutes when my phone vibrated.Damien.*You there?*I smiled.*Yes.*His reply came almost immediately.*Did you eat?*I looked at the coffee beside me.*Yes.*Three dots appeared.*Coffee doesn’t count.*I laughed.*I’ll eat after the meeting.*Good.I put the phone down and tried to focus.A few minutes later, the senior Mercer team walked in.Briggs was among them.He took

I woke up before Noah. The room was still dark, and for a few seconds I didn’t move. I listened to his breathing beside me and the faint sound of traffic somewhere far below the penthouse. Noah was sleeping on his side, facing me. I reached across the space between us and rested my hand against his arm. He shifted but didn’t wake. I smiled. Yesterday had been long. The board meeting. Walsh. The hospital. Another discussion about my vision that had left me with more questions than answers. And yet, somehow, the moment Noah had walked into the kitchen and started talking about his day, most of it had stopped mattering. I looked toward the curtains. There was a faint line of light coming through them. Morning. I was about to pull my hand away when Noah opened his eyes. “Why are you awake?” “I could ask you the same thing.” “You woke me.” “I touched your arm.” “That is waking me.” “You’re very sensitive.” He closed his eyes again. “Let me sleep.” I laughed quietly. “