Mr. CEO(21)

My mother is a money hungry bitch. She took my father for everything he had and moved on to the next rich man she could spread her legs for. I was a hindrance for her. I haven’t spoken to her in at least three years, maybe more. I don’t need this today.

I give my father a tight smile. “I need to get going.”

He eyes me, but nods slightly.

“Come back tomorrow,” he says without looking at me.

I don’t know why I even come here anymore. Some false sense of obligation to a man who never knew me, I guess. He gave me this life. He raised me to be the man I am. I should be grateful. Men would kill to be in my position, but I want something more. I don’t want to end up like him.

I nod, unsure of whether or not he sees and walk quickly through the path at the front of the nursing home. My Aston Martin’s out front, waiting for me. I usually have Andrew drive me so I can get work done in the limo during the drive. But not today. Today is different.

I try to remember the easy feeling I had this morning. The excitement of seeing her reaction as I settle into my seat and look at the phone sitting on top of my suit jacket. I’ll be in the office in twenty minutes, but I want to know now if she’s already there.

Charlotte. I did this for her. She could quit though. I imagine the thought has crossed her mind more than once since she found out.

As I go through the list of signatures, I spot her feminine writing.

I lean back easily as I start my car. It rumbles with a soft purr of satisfaction that mirrors what I’m feeling.

At least I have my Rose waiting for me.





Chapter 13





Charlotte





“Can you believe how amazing this is?” I ask Eva, staring up at the tall Parker-Moore skyscraper. We’re both preparing to go inside for our first day of work, starting with the board meeting, but have to stop to admire the workmanship of Parker-Moore. This building has to be the tallest and finest corporate building in all of downtown.

Eva shades her eyes, squinting up into the sky. “It sure beats Armcorp’s, that’s for sure. Makes it look like a hut.”

“I guess we are about to get a pay raise,” I predict, stifling a yawn that creeps up regardless of the fact I’m an emotional wreck. Last night I was unable to sleep because my thoughts were consumed by Logan and what this all meant. I feel awful that I’m this exhausted on my first day at my new job, and I’m almost convinced I’m going to mess something major up and end up out on the street. At least Eva’s company during our carpool kept my mind off of Logan. And the fact that he’s now my boss. Thinking about it causes anxiety to wash through me, but I shove it down, gripping my purse as if it can save me. “There’s no way we won’t,” I say with as much confidence as I can manage.

Eva tears her eyes away from the tall building and growls, “You’re damn right we will.”

Our heels click across the polished marble floors as we enter the lobby, and my jaw nearly drops. It’s even more beautiful on the inside than it is the outside. The walls are painted a muted shade of taupe, and they’re adorned with gorgeous antique paintings that must’ve cost a f*cking ton. Complementing everything is upscale, contemporary furniture. Seriously, some of this stuff I wish I could steal and take home to put in my living room.

On top of that, in the middle of the room sits a beautiful marble fountain with a naked Greek statue at its center, filling the giant lobby with the soothing sounds of running water. Meanwhile, classical music plays softly over a speaker system giving the atmospheric vibe a very relaxing feel.

It feels so high class in here.

“I feel like a high-class whore now,” Eva whispers to me as we watch employees making their way to whatever departments they're headed to.

“I know, right?” I say, swallowing back another yawn.

We share a nervous smile and then continue on to the hallway and enter an elevator. Thankfully, no one else gets on, and it’s just the two of us. Eva presses the button for the top floor, and the door slides close.

As we rise to the top floor, I start feeling even sicker with anxiety. This is a big day for me, and I don’t want to f*ck it up somehow. I keep feeling like something bad is going to happen and I’m going to end up without a job, even though I should be confident in my abilities. It’s because of Logan. I have no clue what he’s going to say or do when I see him.

By the time we reach the top floor, I feel like I’m going to hurl.

Seeing my worry, Eva gives me a pat on the back before we leave the elevator. “It’s gonna be okay,” she assures me. She has no f*cking clue.

I’m a ball of nerves as we enter the new boardroom. I literally feel like I’m trembling all over. For a moment, I want to run away and flee the building.

You have to stop this, I tell myself, steeling my resolve. You are in control. There is nothing you can’t do.

As we make our way to two empty seats around the large mahogany meeting table, my heart skips a beat.

Logan’s sitting at the head of the table, looking sharp as a tack in his grey, crisp business suit, his hair gelled and slicked to the side. God, he’s so f*cking handsome. He looks like he owns the entire room, like corporate royalty. I can feel his eyes on me, boring into me with an intensity that causes my skin to prickle.