All Chapters of Just Say Yes: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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EricA few more minutes slipped by, and the alcohol had long since stopped being subtle with Stevan. The rigid tension that had defined him earlier was gone, replaced by a loose, almost reckless closeness. He kept drifting into my space without seeming to realize it, drawn in like a magnet he couldn’t fight.I held the reins without needing to speak. A single firm look, a small gesture, and he would pull back—just for a moment—before the pull drew him close again.When I finally glanced at my watch, I was surprised by how much time had passed. The conversation had stretched far longer than usual, and for once, I hadn’t split my attention between him and work, numbers, or any of the thousand other things that usually demanded my focus.That wasn’t like me.I rose slowly. He was in no condition to go back downstairs. The way he moved, the slight delay in his reactions, the way he couldn’t quite hold his own balance anymore—it was obvious.Letting him return to the floor like this wasn’t

Slipping Out of Control

He froze for the first second, then gave in. A soft sigh escaped as he kissed me back—still clumsy, without any real rhythm, but completely surrendered. His hand slid up my arm, gripping tight like he needed something solid to hold onto.It was enough to make me pull back. I broke the kiss before things went too far, drawing in a steady breath while I kept my eyes on him a moment longer than I should have.A quiet sound slipped from his lips as he leaned in closer, and that small movement shook what little control I had left.I caught his waist to steady him, but the motion only pulled us tighter together. His body pressed against mine, breath uneven, leaning into me with no resistance at all. It made it damn near impossible to think clearly.I kissed him again. Harder this time, with more pressure and less care. He responded right away—messy, unpracticed, but honest. His hands moved up my arms, fingers clutching the fabric of my shirt like he was afraid to let go.I trailed my mouth

What Have I Done?

StevanI woke to firm knocks on the door, my body reacting before my brain could catch up. I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of where I was. My head throbbed, heavy and unforgiving, like any sudden movement might be a mistake.“Yeah?” I rasped, voice rough with sleep.“Ágata’s waiting for you downstairs,” someone called from the other side.“I’ll be right down.”I sat up carefully, pressing my fingers to my temples as the memories started trickling back—fractured, hazy, impossible to piece together neatly.“Shit,” I muttered. “The client.”I squeezed my eyes shut, heat flooding my face as disjointed flashes hit me. The sofa. His voice, low and commanding. The brush of his hand. That kiss.I swallowed hard, my tongue unconsciously tracing my lips. It still felt… too recent. Too real.“I can’t believe I drank like that,” I grumbled, unease twisting in my gut.I dragged a hand down my face, trying to sort through the blur. Had I made it to the bedroom on my own… or had he carried me

He Is the CEO

StevanThe moment I stepped onto the executive floor, I felt the stares. Some were discreet, others blatant enough that there was no point pretending otherwise. No one had to say a word—the fact that I was late had already beaten me there.Everyone was already in the meeting room.My stomach knotted instantly. I knew my boss wouldn’t be the one presenting that report. He never did. I was the one who had built it from the ground up, organized every detail, and stayed late night after night making sure there wasn’t a single flaw.I paused by the water cooler and downed a few quick gulps, trying to ease the tension coiling through my body and dull the stubborn ache in my head. It didn’t help much.Outside the conference room door, I drew in a slow breath, squared my shoulders, and knocked twice before stepping inside—already bracing for what was coming.The atmosphere inside was thick enough to choke on. All conversation died the second I appeared.My boss fixed me with a glare heavy wit

Like a Teenager

EricI stepped into the apartment and went straight for the shower. Hot water cascaded down my body, but it did nothing to wash away what actually mattered. His image lingered—Stevan on the bed, vulnerable, unguarded. And worse, the taste of his lips still haunted me.I closed my eyes and pressed a hand against the cool marble wall.This made no sense. I’d lived through far more intense nights, far more explicit ones, yet none of them had clung to my mind like this. But Stevan did.“I need to know more about you…” I muttered, annoyed at myself.It wasn’t just curiosity. It wasn’t even simple desire. It was the way he reacted. The way his entire body locked up when I got close, like every cell was betraying secrets he still didn’t understand. The way he’d said “sir”—without any coyness, without calculation—and still that single word had slid straight through me like a hidden command.I dragged a hand down my face, trying to pull my thoughts into order.Useless.The more I tried to rati

My Employee?

EricI took a quick shower, slipped into my tailored black suit, and headed downstairs. I enjoy driving when I visit subsidiaries—always renting a car when I can. Today, though, the wheel felt strangely light in my hands. Or maybe it was just the low, constant hum of anticipation at the thought of seeing that waiter again—the one who refused to leave my head.The moment I stepped into the building, the tension in the air became almost tangible. It was the usual pattern: employees lowering their heads, quickening their steps, eyes darting away like I was contagious. But today there was something extra. A nervous electricity that felt almost suffocating.As I entered the department handling the meeting, I immediately spotted the source of that energy. One man was sweating bullets, hands fidgeting, gaze sliding away from mine like he carried guilt in his veins. The department head, no question.They greeted me with the predictable mix of fear and fake deference. The man stammered,“Mr. W

Thinking Too Much

StevanEric closed the distance between us and held my gaze long enough for my heart to stumble into a frantic rhythm. After everything that had happened last night, I was certain he’d bring it up—the club, the kiss, anything.But he didn’t.“You put this report together yourself?” he asked, his tone serious and measured.The question caught me completely off guard.“Yes. I did,” I answered, still trying to figure out where this was headed.He gave a slow nod, his expression carefully controlled.“Good. A few questions came up while I was reviewing the data. I’d like you to join me for lunch so we can go over them in more detail.”“What?”The word slipped out before I could stop it. A faint twitch at the corner of his brow told me my reaction had surprised him too. Of course. He was no longer just the man from the club. He was the CEO of the company I worked for.Eric seemed to suppress a smile before replying in that maddeningly calm voice.“You can’t join me? After all, you’re the

No Excuses Needed

EricStevan’s reaction to my presence stirred something in me far more than it should have. As expected, he clearly thought I would bring up what happened at the club. I didn’t. I had already broken too many of my own rules for one man in less than twenty-four hours.I started with the report he had prepared. Even though I’d barely registered the presentation itself, the material was solid—excellent, actually. I value efficiency. I fabricated a few questions just to have a reason to extend the conversation and invite him to lunch with me.He looked visibly caught off guard. That familiar blush crept up his neck again, his breathing quickened just slightly, and that raw vulnerability slammed back into place. It was exactly the kind of reaction I was becoming addicted to. I enjoyed it. More than I should have.I assured him it was strictly business, but we both knew that was a lie. I could have handled everything right there in the meeting room. Instead, I wanted more time. I wanted to

Do I Still Keep the Rules?

EricWhen I returned to the department, I found Stevan focused on his computer screen, typing furiously—likely trying to make up for the morning’s delay. The moment he sensed my presence at the entrance, his whole body reacted. It was subtle, but I noticed. The tiny jolt, the way his shoulders tightened, those green eyes widening for a split second before dropping.It stirred something in me all over again.“Ready for our lunch?” I asked.He gave a quick nod, almost too fast.From the corner of my eye, I caught his colleagues watching us with shameless interest. Stevan looked even more uncomfortable because of it and walked silently at my side, clearly doing his best to ignore the stares.As we passed the department head’s office, the man stepped out almost immediately, blocking our path.“Is something wrong?” he asked, far too anxious for someone trying to sound casual.“No. We’re just going to lunch,” I replied, my tone unchanged.The surprise that flashed across his face was almost

The Reason for the Invitation

StevanThe silence inside the car grew thicker with every passing second. I had no idea how to act around Eric after what happened at the club. Since he hadn’t mentioned a single word about it, I figured he wanted to keep that night buried.Maybe I should do the same. Stick to work. Keep things professional.“You don’t have to be so nervous around me,” he said suddenly, breaking the quiet.There was a hint of amusement in his voice and the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth—the same look he’d worn at the club.Heat flooded my face.“Sorry… honestly, it’s kind of hard not to feel a little nervous sitting in a car with the CEO of the company. It’s intimidating,” I tried to keep my tone light, but my voice came out shakier than I wanted.He glanced away from the road for a moment, one eyebrow lifting slightly.“Intimidating?”My heart stumbled. God. How could someone look even more attractive with just that small expression?“So I intimidate you?” he asked calmly, clearly

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