All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY STEPBROTHER : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ZANE. "What do you mean I'm your secretary? What happened to Dahlia?" Elysia had her hands on her waist demandingly. "She's been doing her job diligently, hasn't she?"Sure enough, I had expected this, but she delivered it a little more dramatically. I didn't want to smile, even if I was enjoying her outburst. "The last time I checked, I'm the CEO of this company. And I decide who leaves and who stays, and also who'll be my secretary, and that's you.""What if I choose not to be your secretary?""You have no choice, doll, but there is an option though." I raised a brow; the side of my lips curled up. She looked both interested and suspicious. "And that's leaving the company entirely."She groaned. "Why are you like this? How can I jump from being a junior analyst to your secretary within just a month? What kind of promotion is that? It's not like you have any idea how I've been--" "Of course I do." I cut in. "You heard the heartfelt speech I gave about how good you've been at your

Elysia. Working as Zane's secretary for the last four days has been... Sigh. Exhausting, exasperating. I wonder how long Dahlia had been working for him before she got dismissed. His annoying personality was always intact, unmovable. But when he's in for business, he's in. Nothing questionable has happened over the last few days, and if I hadn't witnessed what I did a few weeks ago, I'd think Zane was just another regular CEO. And what I noticed was how oddly organized he was. And I'm not talking about him going through all of his daily routines and appointments without missing a beat or postponing anything; I'm talking about how in place all of his stuff is. His suit jacket would always be on the rack, in the same position. His pen container had all the pens covered and pushed to an orderly corner; there wasn't a single day I would come into his office and find anything out of place. Plus, the cleaner comes to the office three whole times in a day. It's always the same lady; s

ELYSIA. Groaning, I stretched my stiff limbs and opened my eyes. The room wasn't very bright. I turned, but saw Zane sitting in silence, staring at me... watching me. "Ahh!" I shrieked, falling off the bed in startlement. I winced, sitting up slowly. Zane was still on the spot, unfazed by the little drama I just showcased. My brows creased in anger. "What is wrong with you? Must you always act like a creep? You didn't have to sneak up on me like that." I snapped. "I haven't scolded you for going to a party without my permission and almost getting yourself raped." My jaw dropped, and I looked around; my brows shot up when I realized I wasn't in my room. It wasn't the guestroom in Zane's guesthouse either. The memories of last night came rushing back like a gush of wind with an eye-blinding migraine. The last thing I could recall was telling Nova I was drunk and the hazy silhouettes of men. I couldn't remember what happened after that, but with how pissed Zane looked, I'm sure he

ELYSIA. Again, I expected too little from Zane. I should've known that his interpretation of a simple secretary accompaniment to a party was far different from mine. Standing in front of a full-length mirror in the inner room in his office, I again looked more like a plus-one than a tag-along. The dress was my perfect size; it was a form-fitting black velvet dress with a sweetheart neckline and a thigh-high slit. The dress came with a white fur wrap. He also wanted to invite makeup artists, but I spoke against it, saying there was no need for that since I could do a few touches myself. He agreed only after he seemed satisfied with what I did. "I can't let you go there looking like someone I picked from the roadside." That sentence hit me, but Zane will always be Zane. He has a degree in being sarcastic and insulting someone with a straight face. I wouldn't lie, he does have a great sense of fashion, and he's good at getting clothes that fit me perfectly. Even I am not that acc

ELYSIA. Morning came quietly. Feeling a warm ray of sunlight fall on my face made me frown; I turned away from it and buried my face deeper into the pillow. I didn't want to wake up yet. I was warm and comfortable. Then I noticed something: the pillow felt different; it felt hard. I slowly opened my eyes. My gaze first landed on the skin beneath me. For a few seconds, I stared at the body, unable to fathom it all. I blinked. Once. Twice. My heart skipped a beat as I raised my head, which had been resting on Zane's chest. And then the memories came rushing back. My eyes widened; I could only remember lying beside him, definitely not on top of him. I sat up, but I was stuck staring at him. His tall, broad frame stretched beneath the sheets, shoulders wide enough to make the bed seem smaller than it was. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. His arms rested loosely beside him, strong and defined without looking overly bulky. There was something effort