All Chapters of The CEO’s FunSize : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I could feel my lungs swell with locked-in air. “You think you can be anything other than what I made you? I’ll make you leave that fucker. You belong to me. I fucking made you on OnlyFans, and that's all you'll ever be." “I quit a long time ago.” My words came out muffled. “You made me so much money. You’re my investment. I own you.” Then the elevator slid open. His grip on me loosened before he reluctantly let me go and stepped aside enough for me to catch my breath. I panted, my throat tightened up at the possibility that he could have really strangled me to death. Left my body to rot in some trash bag. I didn’t bother pondering over what this man was capable of or how he could sneak my body out here. Because I knew he would. A security guard with bushy stubble, wearing a baseball cap and a radio, tilted his head, accessing me. “Are you okay, ma’am? Did anything happen?” His eyes strayed from Evans to me, suspicion in them. Evans maintained

~~ VINCENT ~~ Greg looked like I just suggested we bomb the White House. “That’ll be between you and Henry. I’m out.” He said over his shoulder as he disappeared through the door. After closing hours I waited around for her. I hated that her desk wasn’t close to my office, so I couldn’t watch her from the blinds. The space where my PA’s desk was supposed to occupy had some cracks in the wall, so it was temporarily out of use. A situation I’ll make sure they rectify before the end of the day. For now, I relied on the bits of information Rosie gave me. ‘She’s been buried in typing and printing files nonstop.' ‘She keeps pounding on her keyboard in frustration and muttering something about a man. She calls him 'Mr V' and 'asshole' but pretends to be chewing on her pen whenever I walk past. ‘I think she’s stressed. She has this terrible drawing of that same man plastered on her desk, and she keeps stomping on the paper with her heels while cursing him out. Something abo

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I blinked like I just heard the strangest thing. “For what happened on your first day. And reporting you to HR.” Reporting me to HR? Then I remembered the ghost worker saga. Someone definitely reported me. And goodness, this woman has really been on my case like I killed her in her past life. “You’re not sorry yet. I’m about to knock your teeth out of your mouth if you don’t move away from my desk.” She chuckled. She raised both arms in the air as she took two steps away from my desk. “Good?” She asked. I eyed her, not convinced by her act. But that was her business. I walked around my desk, taking my seat and turning on my system. Pretending she wasn't there, hovering over me, I scrolled through my emails, starting my first task of the day. Then she leaned over me, her stupid makeup in my face. “Look, Fidelia. We’re not enemies. I admit I kind of overreacted when I thought you were sleeping with him.” Oh, I was. We fucked. We fucked h

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I could feel her hands stiffen around my hair as she trembled. I turned around, watching with horror as the lights left her eyes. She wrapped her hands around her neck and started to hyperventilate. “Mom. Mom!” I called, taking a seat next to her on the bed and wrapping my arms around her, tightly. "Please, Mom. Stop, please.” “He’s going to take our lives. We have to run. Let’s go meet Liam. He won’t find us there.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gripped my arms, shaking them. “Come on, nurse. Take Liam and let’s go.” My throat tightened up as I stared at her. She’s back to that old loop. News about Evans was enough to get her out of lucidity. It tore at my chest like a sharp knife slicing through me. What have I done? She beat me. Clawed at me. Begging me to help her save Liam, and I just sat there. My eyes unseeing, threatening tears refused to come out. My body tensed up so much that I didn’t feel how sharp her blows were. C

~~ FIDELIA ~~ “Me?” “Yeah. I need a muscle. In case he tries to hurt me or something.” “You know he’s definitely going to hurt you.” A part of me agreed with her. But I’d rather risk it than sit back and watch him send that video to Vincent. While I didn’t know what Sylvia would use the video to get from me yet, I preferred it with her. At least, there was this tiny bit of hope that I still had a chance with Vincent and he hadn't found out the truth. “Are you going to help me out or not?” “What choice do I have?” I sighed in relief, utterly grateful. "Thanks." “I’ll text you the address and tell them at the lobby that Evans is expecting two guests, not just me. They’d give you a spare key.” “Then when do I come in? Don’t tell me you’re waiting for your life to be hanging by a thread before some bird whispers to me to come in.” “No. I have a plan.” The plan was, since Zain was already in my emergency contact, I just had to click one button and she’d come ru