Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO’s FunSize : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I must have been too chicken to let the words out because he raised a brow, muttering, 'What?' I forced a smile, shaking my head. “Nothing.” In a moment he was done with the call, and we sat back down. I could barely stomach any food as I noticed how he drummed his fingers against his thighs, dragging his palm down a side of his face and obviously in deep thought. It was like the trajectory of our dinner, and his supposed proposal never happened, as he seemed focused on anything but me. I pushed my plate back, setting my fork down. “Did something happen?” “No. Eat.” “I’m full.” I almost snapped, but I had to take a breath. “Huh, okay. I need to head back home immediately. Something came up, and I can’t drop you off. I’ll tell my driver—“ “I’ll take an Uber. " I cut in, squeezing the napkin in my hand before dumping it on the table. I grabbed my purse. “Dinner was nice. Tha..." my voice trailed off as I suddenly felt nauseous about this whole si

~~ VINCENT ~~ I saw how her eyes widened before she swallowed. Was Mom just acting out because she didn’t like Fidelia, or was my FunSize hiding anything more from me? Five years was far too long to claim to know someone. She was an OnlyFans model after all. Women like her did a lot of crazy shit. Their pasts were better kept in dark corners. But with Fidelia, I was willing to let everything else go only if she was being honest with me. I’d be a fool to assume she didn’t have other men in the past. But at that crucial point in my life, where I needed that honesty, if she turned out to be the one who crushed that hope. I wouldn’t take it. “Someone? I had someone.” She repeated like some broken record. Then she let out a pained laugh, ruffling her hair. “Of course your mom said something to you.” I’d like it if she stopped making my mom into some villain, as if she was the problem. But I didn't say it. She withdrew from me, folding her arms across her ches

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I could feel him stiffen on the other end because everything just went silent. I distanced the phone from my ear, checking if he’d hung up already. He hadn’t. "Didn't you hear what I just said?” “I did. What I didn’t hear is you asking for my permission." I laughed bitterly, shaking my head in disbelief. “It’s my own body. Why would I need to ask you that?" “Is this about what happened earlier? Are you punishing me for asking you a simple question?” He asked. Honestly, I didn’t know how to say it. From the moment we started fucking, I knew everything felt wrong. It was casual at first. Wrong but casual. A one-time fuck with my hot boss that I knew from five years ago—what could possibly go wrong? Then it happened twice. Thrice. Shortly after, he invited me to that dinner. Introduced me to his family. Now, I got to find out his mom knows my past and hates me. Well, she dislikes me. He proposed, and then I found out I’m carrying his c

~~ FIDELIA ~~It felt like someone used a barbed wire to tighten up my throat, and for a minute I choked on my breath.Sweat gathered on my brows, and my heart pounded in my throat as I got off the bed.“Lia!” She called after me, but I was long gone.I didn’t want to break down like that in front of her.She was already traumatized.I went to the bathroom, leaned my weight against the sink, and threw up into it.It took me a minute to collect myself.I hit the tap on, placed my hand under the running water, and scooped it up.Scoop. Splash.Scoop. Splash.Scoop. Splash.My face was dripping with water, and my eyes were red by the time I was done.I grabbed a towel, pressing it to my face as I sauntered out of the bathroom.“Hey, Miss Mills.” Caro stopped by the door to my mom’s bedroom.I gave her a weak nod.“Call me Fidelia.”She laughed softly before saying."Okay, Fidelia. For how long are you gone on weekdays? I need Wednesday to pick up my daughters from boarding.”Caro was a p

~~ FIDELIA ~~ Elvis cleared his throat, noisily. “No slangs in the meeting.” He leaned forward, watching me intently and clearly ignoring his dad’s instructions. “I’m trying to get to an angle with Miss Mills. Please tell us.” I smiled, a painful stiff one. Since he’d decided to be a thorn in my flesh, I better not let him win. I raised my chin, pointing at the screen. “It’s right there. All my credentials to prove I’m qualified for this position and all the questionnaire, which Mr. Hamilton, here…” I gestured at Henry and then Elvis. “They have gone through them.” “And?” Something went off in my head at his question. A grenade. A bullet. Something explosive. “Now, let’s be clear. I didn’t waste the company’s money. Your team did. You took unverified information, turned it into an investigation, wasted hours of paid manpower chasing a claim that could’ve been disproved with one simple verification. And now you’re trying to pin the cost on me?” He had a s