Alpha Ceo Who Forgot His Mate Novels & Stories

“We don’t know who she is. Her name was Liora Westley. She filled out a form for a check-up. That’s all we have.” Emilia’s nails dug into her palm. “Then help me find her, give me all the details she filled immediately, how could you not get things straight?” She yelled at them. The doctor nodded grimly. “We’ll start right away.” But it was already too late. Because I had unknowingly become the biggest scandal of the crestwell empire.

David gazed at him. "I don't dislike my employees." He said sarcastically. Collins laughed. He knew David did not care about his employees at all. "How did you know Leila's name? Have you been stalking her?" Collins chuckled derisively. That was a ridiculous thing to do. He had forgotten he had indirectly told him. "Seems you have forgotten how I got to know her name. You indirectly told me." David furrowed his eyebrows at him.

The Fae messed up now and everyone will end up in a far worse place if it wasn’t handled properly. The call came through fairly soon after that and connecting everyone up started. Malcolm expected it to take longer to set up, since it was the first time. They tried this, but it went fairly easily. His mind kept slipping back to Melody and how he left her. She’d be furious unless he really gave her as she needed. But she’d be angry about something he could fix. “Alpha Richards, are we keeping you from something?” “Oh sorry. I’m just trying to juggle everything in my head. I’m afraid I missed what you said.” He would not tell them he left his mate blissing out to a vibrator.

We both burst into laughter. The old bastard had drilled that particular business philosophy into us since we were teenagers. After the disastrous affair with my mother who had been in his secretarial pool, he was pedantic about that rule. Never date employees. Never sleep with clients. Never mix pleasure with business. I sighed. "For once...I actually listened." Mason clapped me on the shoulder as we climbed out of the car. "Progress brother." We made our way towards the executive entrance. Each step seemed to pull another memory loose.

But he looked at me like I was out of my mind. “Okay, who can testify to this affair you had with the Alpha,” elder Matthew continued, “At least someone must have seen you.” The only people who knew about us were his head maid and guard who snuck me in and out of our meeting place. I took a deep breath, cleared my throat, and said the most stupid thing. "Yes there is someone who saw us…his head maid and guard." Elder Matthew walked even closer to me, "Are you sure? because if we summon her, and she denies you, the consequences will be deadly?"

A situation like this would become a scandal in the San Francisco media, enough to end years of struggle for recognition for his company. - Your cards will be canceled, all the money in your account will be withdrawn, and you won't get a penny of my money, much less your mother's. - He touched his son's shoulder. -This motorcycle of yours was bought with my money, but consider me a good person for not taking it too. You're leaving town? Good, learn to work and have your own money. Stop embarrassing me. - He mumbled between his teeth while his son seemed unresponsive, not expecting all this, neither he nor his girlfriend. - Because that's what you are. Shame on you, Robert. -After slapping hi

"This is Alec, former captain of our country football team and now he is on rest because of inj- ." "Still, this is no way for an employee to behave. We have protocols and-," "More importantly he's my son, so he always has an open invitation to the company." "Son?" The word fell out of her mouth as her jaw dropped open. As a typical beta, she quickly pulled herself together, but her shock had been evident to the two others in the room. Meanwhile, Alec's temper had cooled enough for Sebestian to no longer be too concerned with the matter, and after an initial flush of embarrassment, the Alpha instead put on his usual smug demeanor and dropped into a nearby chair.

How could I be a good CEO if I kept forgetting the name of my company? “Daddy, what are we co-CEOs of again?” I asked. He went silent, probably because he felt bad that his co-CEO forgot the name again. Oh no, I was leaving Daddy to be the only CEO at this rate. “Oh, and I have a yellow shirt, a super sky blue shirt, and just white.” I couldn’t forget the first question he asked me. Daddy cleared his throat and answered. “Is it the Moretti enterprise?... Daddy forgot too,” he said. I sighed in relief. At least both of us CEOs forgot about it, so basically, nobody forgot about it.

“Oh? And what exactly did I do, Mrs. Patel?” She stood, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Last year, you called me in the middle of the night. You said if I didn’t sell my shares, you’d make sure my husband lost his job. And then, just days later, he was fired. Do you expect me to believe that was a coincidence?” “That’s absurd.” I said, leaning forward. “Your husband’s dismissal had nothing to do with me. You’re grasping at straws.” “Am I?” She snapped, slamming a hand on the table. “Because I still have the voicemail you left me. Should I play it for everyone here?”

It needed roots that could hold. I carried two bowls of pasta to the small table. The steam curled upward between us. He joined me, still moving with that cautious deliberation. He picked up his fork and ate without complaint. His expression stayed unreadable. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft clink of cutlery against ceramic. "Tell me again," he said finally, his voice low and even. "What happened to me." I set down my fork. My appetite was gone. "You were in an accident. A car hit you." That part wasn't a full lie. "You hit your head. The doctors said you have amnesia. It might be temporary, or it might not. They don't know yet."