All Chapters of The CEO's Intern : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Growing up, I had seen Mr. Luca on magazine covers, surrounded by rumors that he’d never marry and had no heir to leave his empire to. Now, after a month of working in his office, taking in his broad chest and commanding presence, I had to admit he looked far too good for forty-eight. But who was I? A twenty-three-year-old intern, secretly pining for the boss.Oh Kayda, what are you thinking? Why would a man like him ever look twice at you?I grabbed a stack of files to drop off in his office, totally unprepared for what was waiting on the other side of that door.I froze, unable to process what I was seeing. Mr. Luca was at his desk, pleasure-bound, with my Instagram photos pulled up on his screen. Was he actually into me? God.The door clicked shut. The files hit the floor with a soft thud, my heart leaping straight into my throat.Mr. Luca looked up, and he wasn’t looking at me like a boss anymore. He was looking at me like he’d been holding his breath for a month. All the rumors a

The next two weeks were torture in the best way. By day, he was Mr. Luca. Cold suit. Sharp tone. Perfectly controlled expression. He signed million-dollar deals as though nothing in the world could disturb him. And I did my best to act like the same woman who had walked into Romano Enterprises as an ordinary intern. Except nothing felt ordinary anymore. By 6:03 p.m., my inbox would receive one email. No subject. No greeting. Just one word. Stay. That was our code. I would pretend to organize files while the office slowly emptied. Every time someone's footsteps passed my desk, my heart would jump. Then, eventually, his office door would open. "Close it," he would say. And just like that, the intimidating CEO disappeared. Not completely. But enough for me to see the man behind the title. We became experts at pretending nothing was happening. A glance across a crowded conference room. A quiet conversation that lasted a few seconds longer than necessary. The occasiona

Monday morning came too quickly. I barely slept. That photograph on my phone kept replaying in my mind. It showed me and Luca at the airport in Los Angeles, walking several feet apart. It wasn't even an intimate picture. And that was what made it worse. Whoever had taken it had been close enough to recognize us, but far enough away to remain unnoticed. I stared at the screen again. "Who are you?" I whispered. Luca was standing near the window of the hotel room, already dressed for the morning. His expression was unreadable. "Delete it," he said. I looked up. "Why?" "Because whoever sent it wants you to react." "And you're not going to react?" His eyes met mine. "I already am." The calmness in his voice made me uneasy. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then Luca picked up his phone. "I'm arranging the first flight back to New York." I nodded. I knew better than to argue. --- By ten that morning, I was sitting outside the Human Resources department at Romano E

I couldn't move. The man stood across the street, partially hidden among the people passing along the sidewalk. But I knew he was looking at us. At me. "Is that him?" Luca asked quietly. I nodded. "I saw him earlier." His expression hardened. "Stay behind me." He stepped toward the glass entrance. I followed, but before we could reach the doors, two security officers moved in front of us. "Mr. Romano, we'll handle this." Luca didn't argue. He watched the man carefully. For several seconds, the stranger remained where he was. Then a taxi stopped beside him. He opened the door. Before getting inside, he glanced toward the building one last time. Our eyes met. I felt a chill run through me. Then he disappeared into the taxi. "Did you get the license plate?" Luca asked. "Yes, sir." "Good." One of the officers immediately walked away to make a call. I turned toward Luca. "Who is he?" "I don't know." "You keep saying that." "Because it's the truth." I folded my arms. "Y

I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.The photograph showed me standing beside Luca only moments earlier.The angle was impossible.Whoever had taken it hadn't been standing outside the building.They had been inside.Somewhere in the penthouse.My fingers tightened around the phone."Luca...""I know."He took the phone from me carefully and examined the image.His expression revealed nothing.But his silence told me enough."This was taken tonight," I said."Yes.""How?""I don't know."I stared at him."You said nobody could get onto this floor.""I said security was supposed to prevent that.""That's not the same thing."Luca looked toward the security officers."Lock down the floor."The officers immediately moved.Doors were checked.Windows were secured.The private elevator was disabled.The security room began reviewing the cameras again.I remained beside Luca.My mind wouldn't slow down.Someone had entered his penthouse.Someone had taken a photograph.And somehow, that