The love of a Mr. CEO

Good night Amelia

I. S

Seeing his initials, I instantly blush remembering our make out session and decide to not respond. Finishing up my water, I go back upstairs and get into bed pushing Sierra to the side while falling back asleep cuddled up to my best friend.

The next morning I woke up with Sierra’s foot in my face yet again. Annoyed I grab a pillow and hit her on the head resulting in her kicking my jaw.

“OWW Sierra, what the hell?!?!” I groan rubbing my now throbbing jaw.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been hitting me while I was asleep” she mumbles rubbing her eyes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have your foot in other people’s faces” I bite back holding my jaw.

“Anyone who has the pleasure of having my foot near their face should feel blessed” she sasses back sitting up.

Groaning again, I get up and stomp towards the bathroom to get ready. Stripping off my pajamas, I hop into the shower allowing the hot water to relax my muscles. Grabbing the shampoo, I lather it in my hair before rinsing it out and doing the same with conditioner. Washing my body with my strawberry vanilla body wash, I make sure to shave wanting to wear a skirt today.

Getting out of the shower, I wrap a white towel around my body before brushing my teeth and walking back into my room. I glance at my bed to see Sierra no longer there meaning she was somewhere doing god knows what.

I walk into my closet and grab a pair of matching lacy white undergarments before browsing my closet for something to wear. After about five minutes, I finally decide on wearing a black lace top with straps and pairing it with a simple white skirt along with black pumps. I grab a long flowy creme colored cardigan to put on top just to feel a bit more covered.

For my hair I quickly blow dry it before letting it fall in its natural wave and move on to makeup. I go for just mascara and concealer adding a bold burgundy lip for some color.

Deeming myself ready for the day, I walk downstairs to see Sierra in the kitchen making breakfast. Skipping to the kitchen, I head to the fridge to grab some creamer for my iced coffee that I’m addicted to. Sitting on one of the stools I put some scrambled eggs with some sausage on a plate before beginning to eat.

“What are you so dressed up for Mimi?” She asks with a knowing smirk using her nickname for me.

“This is how I always dress for work” I respond with a blush knowing she didn’t believe me. With a nod and a wink she sits down as well piling some food on to her plate.

After 15 minutes of us just eating and catching up, I stand up knowing I had to start heading to work if I wanted to be on time. Putting my dishes in the sink, I put on my heels and make my way to the door with purse in hand.

“We have to go shopping soon my dearie” Sierra says as she hugs me.

“Definitely, I’m running out of bras anyway” I reply with a giggle squeezing her back missing her warm embrace.

“Hit me up when you’re not busy mija” she responds letting her Spanish accent come out as she spoke to me.

“Will do, I got to get going or my boss will have my ass” I respond opening the door.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind” she winks effectively causing me to rush out of there to save myself the embarrassment. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t” she shouts at me as I flip her the bird to which she barks out laughing. Shaking my head, I get into the car and begin my journey to work.

The drive there consists of me going over my plan to stay as far away from Mr. Stone as possible making sure to keep it professional. Pulling into the parking lot, I cut the engine before walking into the large building. Having already eaten, I make my way over to the elevator pressing the button and waiting for the doors to open. Stepping in, I begin to take deep breaths preparing myself to see my hunk of a boss.

When the doors open, I walk into his office to see Mr. Stone glaring at his laptop. He looks up to the sound of my clicking heels. I watch as his golden eyes look me up and down his gaze lingering on my legs.

Clearing my throat, I give him a curt nod before setting my things down on my desk. I take my cardigan off, hanging it on my chair before sitting down. The whole time I could feel a piercing gaze on my back and I had to refrain from turning around to meet his gaze.

“What would you like me to do today Mr. Stone” I ask slightly turning my head to address him.

“Get started on reorganizing my desk for me while I go grab a coffee” he demands as he gets up.

“I’ll get right on it” I respond getting up as well and going over to his desk. I sit down in his chair to start organizing feeling his eyes watching my every move. Pretending I couldn’t feel it, I continue to organize and I soon hear his retreating footsteps.

When I’m sure he’s gone, I lean back in his chair trying to calm my shaky breath. It hasn’t even been 20 minutes and avoiding him is becoming harder and harder. I’ve only been working here for like 2 months and I’m already catching feelings for my boss.

After the mini therapy session I had with myself, I began reorganizing the things on his desk making sure his pens and pencils were all in the small tin. I put his laptop in the center of his desk and put the stapler back by the pencils grabbing the folder with the files. Not realizing I grabbed it from the wrong end until it was too late, all the papers go flying to the ground causing me to groan.

“Shit” I whisper to myself before getting on my knees to start picking up the papers. As I’m crawling around grabbing papers, I hear footsteps coming closer to which I ignore. I continue to pick up the papers until they’re all neatly back in their folder. I get up off the floor and turn my head to see Mr. Stone leaning against the door frame watching me.

“Oh Mr. Stone, how long have you been there?” I ask pretending I didn’t hear his footsteps moments ago.

“Long enough to know you’re clumsy as hell” he replies with a smirk before pushing off the door and closing it before walking towards me. Every step he took made my heart quicken but I kept my gaze on his shoes. I didn’t even look up when I could feel his body heat and smell his cologne that assaulted my nostrils. It was getting harder for me to think with him at such a close proximity but I tried to calm myself the best I could.

Seconds past before I felt his soft but firm hand tilt my chin up until our eyes met. He stared intensely at me with his golden orbs as if trying to figure out my deepest darkest secrets and I stared back not forgetting about his hand still on my chin sending surges of heat where our skin met. He let go of my chin and I almost whimpered because of the lack of contact until I felt his hand quickly pull me closer to him until I crashed into his chest.