Loving the CEO novel Chapter 20

"Is there anything you would like me to do?" I ask.

"Yes, I would––" his words were cut off by yelling coming from outside the door.

With an angry expression on his face, he got up and yanked open the door. There stood a beautiful blond with long blond hair and long tall legs. Her skin had that glow to it and it was radiant. She was dressed in expensive clothing and was trying to get out of Mrs. Wilson's grasp.

"Adam, I have been calling and texting you, I even came to your house and you weren't there. Are you hiding from me?"

"Listen, Heather, I am in no mood for your foolishness today. I had told you that we are not together anymore," he almost shouted at her.

"Adam, I love you, you love me. We did not break up!" She screeched.

"You're delusional! Emily, please call security for me," He spoke angrily.

"Oh, so that is the bitch you left me for!" She shouted angrily while trying to come for me. "Does she know I was in your bed a day ago sucking on your cock and giving you the best fuck off your life?" I could feel him shaking with anger. Mrs. Wilson's mouth was wide open and she looked very uncomfortable. Shaking my head at her, I got up and picked up the phone, and call security. There was no use answering her. She clearly was delusional as what Adam had said and a total psycho.

A few minutes later security came and escorted her away. She kept shouting and screaming telling Adam she loved him, while she was being dragged on the floor. Shaking his head at her, he closed the door in her face.

Chapter Ten: Compassionate Towards the New Personal Assistant

Adam

Heather Summers. The mere thought of that woman gives me a headache and seeing her definitely gives me a migraine and now she is making me plot her death. How dare she! How dare she say something like that to the woman that I wanted, the woman that I was trying to get. That damn wrench was a pain in the ass, and I am so happy that I let her go. I do regret that I had called her the other night to warm my dick with that tongue and pussy of hers but that's a mistake, I will regret forever.

Now here she was in my company behaving like a little-spoiled child that has been told no, kicking and screaming my name over and over again giving me a splitting headache. Shaking my head at her behavior, I closed the door in her face before I went to sit down. With my eyes closed, and my head held down, I pinched the bridge of my nose before letting out a deep breath.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Emily was watching me with concern, looking plastered all over her face. Thank God, she didn't look upset or had a disgusted look on her face.

"Are you okay Mr. Jacobs?" She asked, her voice mirroring the image that is plastered on her face. Offering a polite smile, I nodded my head. That smile had taken all my strength, just so the muscles in my face could go up so I could smile at her to reassure her. My headache seemed to have intensified making my head feel light and a bit dizzy when I heard my phone rang and saw that it was Heather calling.

"Sir, you said I should write that we have a date the evening after tomorrow at seven pm. I am not sure if I can make it."

"Mrs. Martinez, are you purposely standing me up or you're just that busy?"

"Purposely standing you up," she replied seriously.

"Why?" I felt confused and hurt by this revelation.

"I am your personal assistant, you're my boss, it would look inappropriate for you to be talking to me in a restaurant. People will be talking and I don't want my name to be dragged through the mud. If I wasn't working for you I would have agreed."

Laughing at her I replied, "Emily––Ms. Martinez don't worry about that, you did promise me a date. And so, what if people talk? If they want to keep their jobs they know they will have to keep their mouths shut and I am the boss I make the rules. So, is it a date?"

She was just sitting there, staring at me. She seemed to be having an internal fight with herself about whether she should accept or not. "Okay fine, we can go on a date." Giving her a big smile, I continued telling her what to write down. After she was finished she excused herself and went back to her office. Holding my head back against the softness of the black leather chair I started thinking about Heather.