Miss CEO Is Pregnant For Her Secretary

Mandy

“Yes. Why do you seem somewhat surprised?” He asked, reading my facial expressions causing me to chuckle. At that moment before he could utter any more words, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the wall, pressing his body against it with all my strength, while he raised his hands up in surrender.

“Why are you here?” I asked him in a stern tone, while he dilated his pupil looking shocked at my question. But I continued to test my weight on him, hoping to cause him pain till he said the actual reason he was there.

“Did I not pay you enough? Why did you come to my building? The fu*k are you doing appearing in my life,” I cussed already feeling that my strength was beginning to fail me.

“So my thoughts were right, you did think of me as a sex worker,” his voice was clear and I instantly used my hands to cover his mouth before he said anything further and revealed a few minutes of intimacy to the world.

“Bring your voice down, what do you want,” I asked, my hands still on his mouth, while I turned my head around checking if anyone had possibly heard our conversation.

“What do I want? He repeated, now pulling my weight against his and pinning me to the wall, he rested his hands on both sides to stop me from trying to move away.

“What are you doing?” I asked my voice to come out slowly, but he brought his face closer while I tried to turn mine away from him. I could feel his breath on me, the hot air hitting one side of my cheek, his cologne hitting my nostrils and the closure made my skin flare up instantly.

I wanted to tell you what I wanted,” his voice was melodies in my ears, taunting and making fun of how terrified I looked right now.

“We can talk about it more comfortably in my office,” I offered, but he chuckled and took his hands against the wall bringing it close to my face. He grabbed my chin and turned my head in his direction, making my gaze meet his, while our eyes made contact. My eyes still fixated on his, I felt his thumbs behind my ears, he pushed my hair backward and muttered “Beautiful” to my hearing, causing my heart to flutter.

“What exactly does he want from me?” I questioned myself. One moment he was being scary, the next he was making me look him in the eyes, and now he was tucking my hair backward and calling me beautiful. All of it scared me a little and confused me mostly.

“What do you want?” I managed to find my voice and asked him again. This time he brought his face closer to my lips, looking at them like he was yearning for it, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me until his face fell on my shoulder and he muttered the word “You”.

“Pardon,” I said, and before he could respond to me, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me about the breakfast I missed.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Damn it,” I cussed under my breath, hoping he didn’t hear that, but who was I kidding? It was loud enough for both of us to hear.

“Someone is hungry,” he chuckled and brushed his thumb against my face. I guess this is my cue to get your breakfast miss CEO,” he said curtly and did a little bow, which made me smile.

I smiled once more and got to my office, noticing everything was exactly the same. I walked to my chair and sat on it, did a little swirl before bringing out my laptop and diving deep into work affairs. I heard a knock on the door, making me to compose myself before saying “Come in”

I thought it was going to be Chris, but the sounds of the heels made me lift my head to identify who the person was.

“Maliah?” I called wondering what had happened, she held a displeased expression on her face, and if one wasn’t so sure it could be interpreted as anger.

“What’s going on? I asked again, while she made herself comfortable glaring at me. If glares could kill, right now I will probably be dead.

“What’s going on? Really? So pathetic. You ghosted me for a week now, and you showed up in the office to ask me what’s going on? Great ways of keeping friends. If it wasn’t Chris that informed me about your presence, I’ll probably not know that you’re back in the office,” she ranted non stop making it impossible for me to say anything.

“I’m sorry my love. But I promise you that none of these were intentional, I didn’t mean to sideline you or keep you in the dark, but things that happened were far beyond my own plan. I didn’t see it coming, I hadn’t wished or planned for it, but it happened still,” I tried hard to not tear up, I knew she could tell I wasn’t lying to her, but how could I tell her what had happened?

“How did Chris become my secretary?” I asked cutting off whatever she had to say. I could see the gleam and excitement in her eyes, and I could tell she had a hand to do with it.

“What did Malia do?” I had said even before she could explain if it was really her or not.

“I gave him the post since Camila was on break, his resume was convincing and well you know I was hoping you both get to know each other more. That’s like killing two problems with one stone,” she shrugged her shoulders, smiling brightly.

“You should have asked me first. You didn’t do the right thing even though you had the best of intentions, but if you knew the truth, you wouldn’t have done what you did,” I said, getting on my feet and pacing.

“What are you talking about? You sound so serious like it’s something bad and it’s scaring me Mandy? What do you mean by what you said, please explain yourself more clearly?” Maliah’s voice was low but I could decipher the fear in it.

“I can’t,” I was redundant to say a word.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you acting this way? Say it, please? It wasn’t as calm as before and in anger, I spoke.

“I’m pregnant and Chris is the Father,” I half yelled, when I heard the shattering of cups on the ground, and when I turned my head to the door. low and beyond Chris was standing beside the door with a shocked expression on his face…