All Chapters of The CEO’s FunSize : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I quickly tore apart from him, panic thudding in my chest as the elevator made a ding sound to show they were trying to force it open. Shit. This was it. I barely got a job. Now, I was going to lose it. All because of one unecessary quickie. Even if it was so worth it. Heavens knew I needed it. My fingers trembled as I adjusted my blouse, pushing my skirt down my thighs to protect my last shred of dignity. God, I must look wild. Mascara was probably running down my cheeks due to perspiration. My hair, I believe, was worse off. And there was no— Oh— Of course there was. I turned to the mirror behind me and I visibly backed away, my eyes wide with horror. I looked like I just got swept up in a tsunami. I desperately tried to smoothen my messy strands by running my hand down my hair over and over again. Vincent wrapped his arms around my back, kissing my neck. “Relax. You’re freaking out.” I breathed, trying to wriggle out of his hold.

~~ VINCENT ~~ I strolled back into my office, watching Evans McKenzie back rise and fall, and I clenched my jaw. Who let him in? Rosie would have told me if he was coming in today. But he had an executive meeting in the building with my dad and Henry, so I wasn’t surprised he was here. What I didn’t like was his presence at all. Even though my dad and Henry are too blinded by Evan’s influence in the finance market and his contribution to the board, I still thought this man was bad news. But I couldn’t just dismiss him. He was an asset to our company after all. I caught him place the intercom down as I walked up to my desk. "Didn't know you were coming in today? People normally make appointments.” I said as I sat across from him, noticing a hint of malicious amusement in his eyes. He was a giant. Anyone could tell with the way his suit looked like they were on the verge of getting ripped apart. He leaned on his elbows and the desk squeaked under his weight. W

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I stared at my phone, my hands itching to pick it up and call him back. Tell him I'd spend time with him, and we could talk things over. But the way he’d looked at me from the corners as I got helped up my feet. Like he was an onlooker. A cold, detached boss that just idly watched an employee recover from a fatal fall. Like I didn’t mean anything to him. And if my world crashed at his feet, he’d just stand there watching. Watching me crawl on bleeding knees. Watching me roll in the mud. And he wouldn’t lift a finger. I was never much of a softie. But at that moment I needed him. A hint of concern in his voice. A second of him forgetting that we were supposed to be strangers. A minute of him asking if I was okay in front of the others to show that I mattered. I got nothing. The reminder that I was heavy with his child made me dig my nails into my palms. Hard. And before that, there was Evans. He was back. Back in my life. Where he wa

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I froze up, turning over my shoulders. “What’s so funny?” He tugged my skirt back down my knees. “Did you think I came here for sex?” Shock rippled through me as I sat back down, adjusting my clothes on. He didn’t? “Why did you say we should talk in the car?” “Because I thought I’d be able to convince you to come back home with me.” “So you can get down.” I finished his sentence. His brows furrowed as he accessed me. “No. So we can spend quality time together. If I wanted sex, we could have done it back at your place. Like we’ve done a couple of times.” That was true. I pushed back disturbing hair strands, blowing them off my face. “But what do we have to talk about?” “About Evans.” My heart stopped. I avoided his eyes. He tilted his head, searching my face. “Do you happen to know him?” "No," I said immediately, like wasting a second might confirm the truth. “Okay. Cool. He’s not important.” The way he said it. The uncertainty in his tone proved he d

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I watched her speak in a sweet, soft voice to her son. Her forced laughter and practiced facial expression switched to match her words. I was sitting on a couch in an outdoor patio, with two wine glasses in front of me. Ones she poured herself before I came here. Who knew what she put inside? I winced at the thought, averting my eyes from her as she turned around, done with her call. “That was really good.” She sat across from me, crossing her legs, her red lips twisting in malicious amusement. “What?” “You’re a natural at acting. Lying to your son. Playing the perfect mom. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know how you look when you’re angry.” She took up her drink, fixing the glass between her lips before taking a small sip. Then she set it down, linking her fingers as she turned her focus to me. “And you? What are you a natural at? Selling your nudes. Getting naked for men. Sleeping around. Making them masturbate.” She grimaced like she found