The Depressed CEO is my boss
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Introduction
“I must say, this interview didn't go quite how I expected it.” He admitted. His featherlight finger dragged across her boobs as his face hovers over hers.
“Are you ready to work hard for me? I don’t promise to go easy on you.” He whispered in her ear.
“Oh... Yes....” She moaned out, “Anything you need,” she whispered.
Isabella walked into the busy halls of Grayson’s Enterprise with the full intention of getting hired as the Supervisor of Ethan Grayson, The CEO of the company.
It was time for her interview with the CEO, their eyes met.
He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks.
And from that day after Isabella had gotten the job, she knew something hot was going to happen between them although he was engaged already."
Chapter 1
Synopsis:
“Don’t... stop...” she implored before she moaned again.
“I must say, this interview didn't go quite how I expected it.” He admitted. His feather light finger dragged across her boobs as his face hovers over hers.
“Are you ready to work hard for me? I don’t promise to go easy on you.” He whispered in her ear.
“Oh... Yes....” She moaned out, “Anything you need,” she whispered.
Isabella walked into the busy halls of Grayson’s Enterprise with the full intention of getting hired as the Supervisor of Ethan Grayson, The CEO of the company. It was time for her interview with the CEO, their eyes met. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. And from that day after Isabella had gotten the job, she knew something hot was going to happen between them although he was engaged already.
Her nerve endings tingle with pleasure as she writhe on the bed, hips gently buckling... “Omg... yes... yes!” A handsome face rises from between her legs, lips kinked to the side in a knowing smile. Her eyes trail with admiration from his deep, sparkling eyes to his strong jaw and chiseled biceps... she grasp at the satin sheets beneath her, a desperate attempt to anchor herself as another wave of ecstasy breaks... a hand entwines with hers, holding her steady. “Don’t... stop...” She implored before she moaned again. He kissed his way up her chest, settling the length of his body against hers.
“I must say, this interview didn't go quite how I expected it.” He admitted. His featherlight finger dragged across her boobs as his face hovers over hers. “Are you ready to work hard for me, Bella? I don’t promise to go easy on you.” He whispered in her ear. “Oh... Yes....” She moaned out, his deep voice causing a hot ball of desire in her stomach to funnel down her legs and up her chest. She gazed suggestively over his body. “Anything you need,” she whispered.
He pins her wrists over her head and grins before trailing hot kisses down her neck and chest, his tongue teasing her nipples through her bra. “Good, because I'm afraid this job requires long hours. We might be up all night...” Their lips come together in a passionate kiss. She felts like she was on fire as his hands trail down to her hips... suddenly, he flips her over so she’d stranding him, chest to chest.
She moan as her centre makes contact with the undeniable evidence of his desire, and her hips rock against his. “Ohh...” She moans out, loudly. His hand traces an electric path up her spine, then reach for the clasp of her bra. “I don't think you'd be needing this anymore...” She gasped as her bra falls off, and his lips graze the bare skin of her boobs, his tongue flicking out to tease the peak... She couldn't catch her breath as the sensations overwhelm her. All she could think, over and over and over again, she needs him.
And just as the wave was about to break...
The alarm went off, letting out a loud sound. She bolts up right gasping for air. “Damn, that felt real.”
The details of the dream were fading, but the physical effects still lingered. Her nerves were quivering, her skin was sweaty, her heart was pounding...
Either she really gets some, or she's more nervous for the job interview than she thought... “Crap! The interview! I have to get ready.” She quickly gets off the bed and grabbed her laptop, still open to the biography of Ethan Grayson, the CEO of Grayson Enterprises, one of the top Biodegradable Plastic Production companies in the world.
His headshot on the page, catching her eyes. “My future boss, hopefully.” She sighed, taking her eyes off the laptop for a minute. “Oh crap, I can't believe I just had a wet dream about him.” She shook her head, unconvincing. She tries to shove the illicit thoughts out of her mind as she clicks to the job posting in another tab.
Foreperson, Supervisor, Lead Person.
The second in command in the company and will oversee production in the absence of the owner, general manager or CEO.
-Benefits included.
-Fixed salary.
“Focus, Isabella. You only get one shot at a first impression on Ethan Grayson, and you need this Job. Not only for you, but for your sister.” She continued reminding herself as she got ready for her interview. After her bath, she dressed up in a short black fitted dress with a golden blazer on top. “He will be eating out of the palm of my hand in no time,” she commented, taking another twirl in front of the mirror.
She takes a deep breath, then heads out to finally meet Ethan Grayson.
Later that morning, she enters the immaculate lobby of Grayson Enterprises and approached the front desk. “Hello, I am here for the supervisor interview with Mr. Grayson.” The receptionist smiled at her. “Ah, yes. His eleven o’clock is running a bit late, but he said to send you in. Follow me please.” She finished off with another smile. Everyone there seemed nice. From the securities out front to the receptionist there.
She took a deep breath as the receptionist leads her through the halls of Ethan Enterprises....
But as soon as she steps inside Mr. Grayson’s office, all prudent thought disappeared when she sees him glance up from his desk. ‘How is he even more gorgeous in person?’ She mused to herself as she tried to restrain herself. He gestures for her to come in and sit as he tries to wrap up his previous meeting. She settled down at one of the visitors chair, waiting for him to finish with his meeting. And from time to time, she take a glimpse at his alluring face.
As soon as he was done, he turns to give her his full attention, and her breath catches at the intensity of his gaze. “Ms. Jonathan,” he calls out her name. He looks her over from head to toe, and his lips part in a soft exhale. He ignored the feeling swirling in his abdomen and went ahead with the interview. “Its nice to meet you, Ms. Jonathan.” Mr. Grayson reaches to shake her hand, and she feels an illicit spark as her skin brushes against his.
“Tell me a little about yourself.” He started off, going through a file that he had in hand. Isabella took in a deep breath before she started speaking intently. “Well my name is Isabella Jonathan. I am from Massachusetts, Boston. I moved here with my sister when our parents passed away....”
“Fast forward please I have other things to do.” He spoke abruptly as he took a glance of his wrist watch.
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The woman on the bed was Calista - that girl who grew up with us since we were kids. And that hand caressing her skin was wearing the wedding ring I had personally put on Matteo's finger.
"I've missed you so much..."
"You drive me crazy, baby..."
Those sweet words I knew so well completely destroyed me.
Everyone said we were the perfect couple, but who knew this marriage was built on nothing but lies?
Since he's so good at acting, I guess it's time I gave him a show of my own. I'm going to make sure everyone sees what this "perfect husband" really is...
The Family Sacrifice
I simply said one word: "Okay."
My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.
Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.
Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."
Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."
Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"
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As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:
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When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"
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Their real daughter came home. She'd only been back two years. That's all it took to erase twenty-four.
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My parents wouldn't even look at me. "This is your fault! None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"
"Get downstairs and apologize to your sister. If you can't, pack your things and get out."
They threw her a party at a downtown hotel while I died alone in my room.
I thought they'd be relieved. Maybe even glad. I thought they'd just move on like I never existed.
But when they finally learned the truth, they fell apart.
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The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"
Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.
He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.
Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.
When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.
"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."
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When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.
When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.
My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.
Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."
But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.
Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.
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On my birthday, he took her on vacation. On our anniversary, he brought her to our home and made love to her in our bed...
Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers.
George remained unconcerned, convinced I would never leave him.
His deceptions continued until the day the divorce was finalized. I threw the papers in his face: "George Capulet, from this moment on, get out of my life!"
Only then did panic flood his eyes as he begged me to stay.
When his calls bombarded my phone later that night, it wasn't me who answered, but my new boyfriend Julian.
"Don't you know," Julian chuckled into the receiver, "that a proper ex-boyfriend should be as quiet as the dead?"
George seethed through gritted teeth: "Put her on the phone!"
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Julian dropped a gentle kiss on my sleeping form nestled against him. "She's exhausted. She just fell asleep."
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"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
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**
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**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
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What? No—wait… oh Moon Goddess, no.
Please tell me you're joking, Lex.
But she's not. I can feel her excitement bubbling under my skin, while all I feel is dread.
We turn the corner, and the scent hits me like a punch to the chest—cinnamon and something impossibly warm. My eyes scan the room until they land on him. Tall. Commanding. Beautiful.
And then, just as quickly… he sees me.
His expression twists.
"Fuck no."
He turns—and runs.
My mate sees me and runs.
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Can he overcome his feelings towards having a mate and one that is so much younger than him? Will his mate want him after already feeling the sting of his unofficial rejection? Can they both work on letting go of the past and moving forward together or will fate have different plans and keep them apart?
