All Chapters of The CEO’s FunSize : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~~ VINCENT ~~ “Where’s your PA? Isn’t she supposed to be here?” Evans asked as I took the seat next to him. He made sure his voice was loud enough to draw attention. He succeeded. Because all eyes were on me now. Rosie was behind Henry, adjusting her glasses and pretending to look at anywhere but me. Conrad, my dad’s PA, stood beside him, arms crossed in front of himself like he was some bodyguard. I scanned the room, noticing everyone had their PA here except for me. Which was weird because PAs weren’t supposed to be present in C-suite meetings. I leaned forward, linking my fingers together. “I thought we were having the closed session first.” “An email was forwarded to all PAs. We postponed it, as our global summit is coming up at the annual conference. I bet Miss Mills got the email and should have relayed the information to you.” She got the email? Knowing her, she usually didn't forget things like this, and we were on the phone yesterday. Even if she d

~~ VINCENT ~~ I turned around, and it was Henry. “I need to talk to you.” “I’m busy, man. Later.” I waved him off, my eyes fixed on her. I noticed that the man leaned closer, and my jaw clenched. “You’re not. You just want to go over and punch that guy. Because you’re so jealous. Like a teenager.” Henry said, shaking his head. He still had a strong grip on my arm, and I shrugged him off, roughly. “I’m not. Jealous.” Even as I say it, I could feel my chest burning with envy. “I can see it written all over your face. Anyone can. Trust me, if you go on like this, the whole staff is going to be gossiping about you and Miss Mills before you make things official." I scanned around as if his words brought me back down to earth. As if I’d find eyes on me, trying to rip the secret out of me. I eyed him. “What do you want?” “Let’s talk in your office.” Henry went in front while I followed behind, looking over my shoulder to catch the guy walking away from her desk

~~ FIDELIA ~~ “What…what’s that?” He asked, as he hurried up to me. I touched my face, my eyes widening in horror. “I need a doctor. I need to take this baby out. It’s making me look weird.” He wrapped his arms around me like he was scared of what I’d do the next minute. It wasn't a tight grip. Somewhat calm. As if to reassure me that everything would be alright. I looked into his eyes, and my racing heart slowed down. “Breathe. Baby. It’s okay. You look great.” “Are you sure? My face looks puffy and all. It feels like I aged ten years back. Now there's this vein," I almost broke into a sob. He grinned. A small one. It revealed his white set of teeth as a dimple formed in his left cheek. He had a dimple? That feature wouldn’t look bad on our child. Why did I think of it like that? Geez. “You’re okay. Just paranoid. But if it makes you feel better, I'll make doctor Barney come in tomorrow. He’ll check you.” Do rich people move like this? Get doct

~~ FIDELIA ~~ My heart lodged in my throat. No. He couldn't find out it was Evans. I made an attempt to snatch my phone back but he raised his arm, taking the phone farther from my reach.. “Give it back.” I said. He paused, his jaw clenching. “Give it back. Is that some sort of explanation for the blackmail you've been getting?" I wrapped the sheet around myself tighter, feeling that familiar lump rise in my throat as he moved closer. “Tell me. Because I'm dying to know what other secrets you've been hiding away.” I should say something. This was the kind of moment I should give in and just tell the truth. But he hasn't said Evans's name yet. I didn't want to be the one to let the cat out of the bag. “It's just…it's…just…" I stammered, biting down on my lips and unable to say the words. He reached for my arms, gripping either side of me. “Talk to me. Is it my mom? What video does she have against you? Is she threatening to show it to me?” Tears peppere

~~ FIDELIA ~~ “The grown-ups are talking." "But Mom—" "Not another word." She hissed under breath. "Take Mali upstairs. She needs to use the bathroom.” Fiona rolled her eyes before dragging Mali out of my lap and marching out of there. “Sylvia. It's okay. Madison and I can come back. Seems like this is a family issue. We'd not want to interrupt.” Gwen said, hurrying Madison out of the chair. Sylvia raised her hand, stopping them. “I won't have you guys do that. You're my guests. And my guests stay." She eyed me. “I don't know about the others.” Vincent slammed his fist on the table, and I flinched. “Good. So we're letting it out in front of strangers. Let's do it.” “Calm down, man. We can settle this without a fight," Henry stated. Elvis brows folded as he turned to me. “You know what this is about? Tell me, dear, because apparently my entire family is playing dumb.” I caught the stubborn determination in Sylvia's eyes. Like she was telling me to go