Story Name: "I Spurned the CEO's Son—Now He’s My New Boss" Part 2 of 5 I scan the room, pretending to sip my champagne, but it tastes like cardboard. My eyes dart around, looking for a place to hide. That's when I see him. Noah. The CEO’s son. He’s in a sharp suit, leaning against the bar, effortlessly charming a group of guests. My heart drops. I told him to stay away, to stop chasing me af...
it’s two in the morning and my family just found my hidden collection of wildly embarrassing craft projects. they discovered the “fridge art” series depicting my deep existential crisis using only macaroni and glitter. the look on their faces when they realized they thought it was just doodles, not a profound statement on the human condition, was truly priceless. now they believe my 3am crafting s...
Story Name: "I Spurned the CEO's Son—Now He’s My New Boss" Part 3 of 5 Noah. The CEO’s son. He’s leaning against the bar, every inch of him radiating confidence. My heart races. But not in a good way. I can’t believe he’s here. He spots me, and his piercing blue eyes land on mine. A smirk creeps onto his lips. Panic claws at my chest. I turn, ready to slip away. A hand grips my wrist, spinning me back. “Not so fast,” he draws closer. His breath is warm, intoxicating. “Avoiding me?” I force a laugh, but it comes out shaky. “I didn’t even know you were here.” “Sure you didn’t.” His gaze narrows, and the smirk falters. “You’re not getting away from me this time, Annika.” I swallow hard, the weight of his stare making my skin prickle. “I thought I made myself clear. I’m not interested...
Story Name: "I Spurned the CEO's Son—Now He’s My New Boss" Part 3 of 5 Noah. The CEO’s son. He’s leaning against the bar, every inch of him radiating confidence. My heart races. But not in a good way. I can’t believe he’s here. He spots me, and his piercing blue eyes land on mine. A smirk creeps onto his lips. Panic claws at my chest. I turn, ready to slip away. A hand grips my wrist, spinning me back. “Not so fast,” he draws closer. His breath is warm, intoxicating. “Avoiding me?” I force a laugh, but it comes out shaky. “I didn’t even know you were here.” “Sure you didn’t.” His gaze narrows, and the smirk falters. “You’re not getting away from me this time, Annika.” I swallow hard, the weight of his stare making my skin prickle. “I thought I made myself clear. I’m not interested...
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