The Ceos Secret Crush Novels & Stories

Oeberon bring toys to Boss Henry's study for his grandchildren," said the man wearing a black suit. "You're so stingy. Why is there hot news, don't you tell us?" The woman in the white shirt approached her Boss again. "Don't talk too much! Go back to work, even though I'm your Boss." "Sorry, we forgot that you are our boss," answered the woman in the white shirt, laughing. Meanwhile, secretly behind the CEO's office door, Mr Oeberon had planned a surprise for his twin grandchild, who had never met him. When the door to the CEO's office opened, Alan and Alana entered the room feeling tense. Their eyes were amazed by the splendour of the room.

Although she and Chris were married and kissing was normal, they were in Chris’ office, not at home. The office non-work activity was embarrassing. Paige did not want to go out of the room. She was too embarrassed. Paige intended to stay in the room until the secretaries went out for their lunch. Then, she could sneak out to grab her bag and reapply her lipstick. She checked out the room, looking for a trap door. She once saw online that many CEOs have hidden doors in their private lounge. Behind the trap door was the secretary’s lounge. Maybe Chris had it.

We hit it off almost immediately, she doesn't care that I don't have a fancy last name, only that I’m a total wizard with a spreadsheet. I haven't met the two CEOs yet, the legendary young entrepreneurs who blitzed through Harvard with high honors but I’ve heard plenty. The girls in the overhead departments constantly gossip about them in the breakroom, they are their favorite scandal. Apparently, these bosses are ridiculously handsome and, more importantly, single. I usually just laugh it off, I’m way too busy enjoying my own newfound stability to worry about chasing billionaire bachelors. A soft movement in the grass caught my eye. I looked up and blinked.

From the angle, we’re sitting really close to each other, leaning in like we’re about to kiss. But it’s not the picture that’s exactly the problem. It is the headline: EXCLUSIVE: Billionaire CEO Conrad Vaughn Caught in “Secret Affair” with Lunaris’ CTO, Amelia Vale!

"And because leaking confidential corporate information constitutes a criminal offense, I'll have my legal team pursue every civil and criminal remedy available." For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled.. "This," he said, his eyes lighting up again, "is going to be the most interesting year of my career." I couldn't help arching a brow. "Is that so?" "Oh, absolutely." He hugged the tablet dramatically against his chest. "The rightful CEO secretly running the biggest fashion empire in New York..." His gaze drifted toward Zane. "...while pretending to be married to a billionaire just to destroy her awful ex-husband?"

"Don't you dare give him the logistics distribution! That's three years of my foundation's shipping contracts—" "I don't care about the foundation, Aria!" Julian turned his head, his gray-blue eyes burning into hers with a raw, brutal intensity that silenced her instantly. "I don't care about the company, the shares, or the contracts! I'm getting our kids out of this building!" Aria stared at him, her lips parted slightly, the sharp reprimand dying in her throat. The word our echoed through the damp space, heavy and unyielding. Dominic watched the exchange, a bitter smile touching the corner of his mouth. "Touch-ing. The cold CEO finally found a soul. Too bad Chloe isn't in a bargaining mood

"Then they'll be too busy to ask me anything." On their way out, through the prosecco and the wrecked arithmetic, Chiara Ferri stepped into her path with a glass she wasn't drinking and eleven months of society-page instincts burning off her like heat. Somewhere behind her, Matteo was being photographed with the morning's own headlines, a man building a museum around himself while the exhibit walked out the door. "You planned this," Chiara said. "He announced a partnership with a ghost," Elena said. "I brought the ghost."

EVE was bombarded by Kelly's messages at night, telling her that she had become the hottest topic on the internet. Out of curiosity, she logged into one of her social media accounts. Her inbox was flooded with messages from unknown people. She went to the search bar and found that she was indeed the top search. Most of the trending topics quoted: "The excellent CEO of Galaxy Empire was secretly keeping a woman," and "Mr. Harris, the young and powerful CEO of Galaxy Group, was seduced by his new secretary."

The search results made my stomach clench with fear. "Ruthless Tech Mogul Destroys Competitors" "Brett Graham: The Ice King of Silicon Valley" "Graham Industries CEO Known for Crushing Opposition" The photos showed him at business events, always surrounded by beautiful women. Models, actresses, socialites. They all looked the same—tall, thin, perfect. Everything I wasn't. One article from six months ago caught my attention: "Graham's Engagement Ends in Scandal."

I had to know, or my curiosity would eat me alive. He gave a warm smile. “Yes, I am.” Damn. I couldn’t believe I had just met Nicolas Ford. I stared at him, mouth slightly open, heart still pounding—though now I wasn’t sure if it was from the near accident or standing this close to him. Nicolas Ford. CEO. One of the youngest billionaires in real estate. Ford Consolidated. And Freya’s brother. That bitch. But I was just going to forget about that, for now, because of how good this man looked.