All Chapters of CEO'S Obsession (English Version): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Gaea*“Samantha, seriously! I need inspiration—not some loud place like that!”I scratched the back of my neck, already feeling a headache creeping in, when she suddenly smacked the back of my head.“Ow!”She ignored my protest and dramatically dropped the mini dresses she had picked onto the bed before plopping down beside me. The fabric spilled like spilled paint—reds, blacks, something glittery I would never willingly wear.I only spared her a glance before turning back to my laptop, the blank document mocking me.Just this morning, I received a message from my editor.Boss Ricky didn’t sugarcoat things.Submit a manuscript by next week… or don’t bother coming back.Simple. Brutal. Final.“That’s exactly why we’re going to a club—to find your inspiration!” Samantha insisted, nudging my shoulder.I heard her. Of course I did. But my eyes stayed glued to the screen as if staring hard enough would force words to appear.Nothing came.My head throbbed.“Hello?” she waved a hand in fro

GaeaI just stood there, watching Clyden like I had forgotten how to breathe properly.He looked infuriatingly perfect.Hands in his pockets. Shoulders relaxed. Lips slightly pressed together as if he was always holding back a smirk he didn’t want me to notice.But I noticed everything.Dangerous.That was the only word my mind kept repeating.Not because he was loud.But because he wasn’t.He was the kind of danger that didn’t announce itself—you only realized you were already caught when it was too late.“Why are you just sitting there?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “How are we supposed to start like this?”Start what?I almost asked, but stopped myself.Then his eyes moved over me slowly.Too slowly.Like I was something he was studying instead of someone standing in front of him.“Why are you still so beautiful even when you’re glaring at me?”I blinked.“…Are you flirting with me?”He laughed under his breath and finally sat beside me, too close.Not enough space.Never e

• Gaea •I let Clyden inside my apartment, even though he still hadn’t calmed down. His fists were clenched tight, his entire face flushed with restrained anger.I grabbed a glass of cold water from the fridge and handed it to him. He glanced at my hand first, then looked up at me with a deep frown.“What am I supposed to do with that?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I took both of his hands and placed the glass in them.“I’m not thirsty, Gaea—”I rolled my eyes and raised a brow. “Drink it so you can calm down,” I said, irritation slipping into my voice.He looked at me like I was the one losing my mind. “I am calm.”I sat beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders—tight, almost restraining. “Really? Then why does it feel like you’re about to explode? What did I do this time?”Instead of removing my arm, he held onto it. My brows furrowed, and I was about to smack him when he suddenly turned and pressed his lips against mine.“Do you like candies?”I blinked, confused rather than

*Gaea* Cheating?My eyes widened in disbelief at his words. I never expected that the person Cybell knew… would be Russu.“I—I just need to talk to him,” I stammered, unable to hide the nervousness in my voice—especially under the weight of Clyden’s piercing gaze. “Wait for me.”I was about to walk toward Russu when Clyden suddenly placed his hand on top of my head and pressed down, stopping me in place.I shot him an annoyed look. People inside the café were already staring at us.“What are you doing, Clyden?!” I snapped.He only smirked and leaned closer—too close—until his lips brushed lightly against my jaw, near my ear.I froze.“I hate it,” he murmured.My brows furrowed. “Hate what?”“I hate it when someone looks at my girl like they want to devour her.”A small gasp escaped me when he suddenly pulled me closer by the waist.“Because she’s mine,” he continued, his voice low and possessive. “Mine to look at… mine to touch… and mine to devour.”“I’m not yours, Clyden. Let go of

• Gaea •Ever since Clyden sat down at his desk, we had both been busy. I didn’t mind it at all—I actually preferred quiet places when I wrote.I stood up for a moment to grab coffee from the pantry. I could never last long writing without it. I usually went through almost five cups a day. After preparing mine, I returned to the sofa, my brows knitting together when I noticed Clyden now standing by the glass window, talking on his phone.I ignored him and went back to my seat. I was about to start typing again when I realized my phone—just beside my laptop earlier—was gone.“Clyden, have you seen my cell—” I stopped mid-sentence when I saw the phone in his hand. It looked exactly like mine. “Is that my phone?”One of my brows lifted as he smirked. Annoyed, I stood and walked toward him, but before I could reach him, I heard what he was saying.“Yes, ma’am, I’ll take care of your daughter. Please take care of yourself as well.”My eyes widened. I rushed toward him, snatched my phone fr