CEO by Caitlin Valdez (feel good novels .TXT) 📕

Christian sternly.

"Yes, sweetheart?" asked Mrs. G - Stella.

"Stop it. You'll scare her away," said Christian, "She'll have dinner with you and I'll pick her up."

Stella grinned, "Okay Christian, Ava. See you tomorrow!"

When she left, I turned to him, "Dinner? Girlfriend?"

"You're the first girl that she's ever saw me with - ," he paused, as if to say something else but continued, "And she's dramatic so if you refused, she would be sulking for days."

"I think she's cute," I said, smiling, "It must be nice to have parents to return to anytime you like and your mom isn't that bad. I think she's just a little bit excited."

He scoffed, "Would you like breakfast now?"

"I'm fine," I said.

"No you aren't. You haven't ate anything since you woke up," he said.

"Which I'm used to," I replied, "I swear. I'm fine."

"Go shower and when you're done, come back," he said, "There will be clothes in the bathroom. Jesse brought them."

I obiedenlty went to find the bathroom and picked the room with the bag of clothes in it.

After pulling off my - well, Christian's - clothes, I stepped into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, I was done as I rummaged through the bag.

There was a plain white tee shirt, with skinny jeans and a pair of white converse. There was even a bra and panties.

Wow.

Everything fit perfectly as I walked out the bathroom and into the kitchen again and there were two plates of food.

One in front of Christian, which he was eating an omelette and a plate opposite of him full of food.

He picked his head up from the newspaper he was reading.

"Sit," he demanded.

Jeez. Bossy.

I sat down in front of him as he nodded at the food, "Eat."

"All of it?" I asked.

"All. Of. It," he said.

I pouted as I stuck my fork into a pancake and pushed it in my mouth, chewing slowly.

When I was half done, I dropped my fork, "I'm full."

"No you aren't. Eat it all," he said.

"I'm full," I whined.

"I have a problem with wasted food," he said.

I sighed and forced myself to finish the rest up.

Jeez, he's so bossy.

"There. Done," I said, putting down my fork after finishing it off.

"Are you okay with having dinner with my mom?" he asked.

I smiled, "Yes, I'm fine with it. I would like to meet my boss's boss's family. Are they like you?"

"What do you mean by that?" he demanded.

"Stern, never smiles, super serious, hard working," I listed.

He glared at me as I smirked.

"Miss White, are you smirking at me?" he asked playfully.

God, mood swing alert!

"I am," I comfirmed.

"If you were mine, I would take you across the knee," he growled.

I surpressed my shiver but my heart lifted when he said 'if you were mine,' but the key work was if.

Chapter 5

v"Would you like to have coffee with me this afternoon at two?" he asked as he dropped me off in front of my apartment.

Say yes! my subconscious yelled at me.

"Sure," I said, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible.

Then he flashed me one of those rare, dazziling smiles and I almost melted in front of him.

"I'll pick you up," he said as I walked and he drove off.

He. Just. Asked. Me. Out. For. Coffee.

Which is practically a date!

I hope.

I skipped to my apartment happily as Grace grinned as she saw me, "Tell. Me. Everything and why you're so happy."

"No, Grace. We didn't do it. But, just then, he asked me out! To coffee at two!" I said excitedly.

"Wow. This is something new. You're actually excited, for a boy," said Grace, "Are you okay?"

SHe touched my forehead as I smacked it away, "Stop it."

"Okay, fine. Let's get you dressed up for your coffee date," said Grace.

"I'm not even sure if it's a date," I said.

"Of course it's a date, silly. He asked you out for coffee which mean, he wants to see you more and get to know you. I've heard that he's very cold and doesn't let anybody in," she said, opening my closet doors.

"Does he have many ex girlfriends?" I asked, curious.

"I don't know. Probably yes, but it has never said so in a magazine," said Grace, pulling out a short red dress.

I don't even remember buying that!

"Grace, are you crazy? We are not going to a club. We're having coffee," I said, pulling the dress back inside, "I should settle for something casual, like jeans and a tee."

"But that's what you always wear!" whined Grace.

"And I like what I wear. I'm comfortable in it," I said.

"Let's try something new. How about a mini skirt?" she asked.

I gave her a look as she huffed and pulled out a yellow, flowy sundress.

I gave it a look and nodded, "That is appropriate."

Grace grinned, "Good. Now change and after you're done, sit down and let me do youur makeup."

"As long as it's not crazy," I said, she waved me off.

I headed into the bathroom and pulled on the dress. It slipped on perfectly and it was new.

I walked back outside and sat down in my chair.

Grace started helping me with some waterprook eyeliner and mascara and light eye shadow, it was a white-ish shade and some lip gloss.

"Okay, you're done," said Grace, satisfied.

Then the doorbell rang, "Oh! He's here!" said Grace excitedly.

She seemed more excited then me and I was the one going on the date.

I heard the front door open, "Hi! My name is Grace, Ava's roommate and best friend! I've heard a lot about you Christian! It's so nice to finally meet you! How are you? DO you have any criminal records? Do you do drugs?"

I decided to interupt, clearing my throat, "Um, Grace? Please, calm down."

Christian's eyes flickered to me, checking me out as I felt heat rush to my cheeks and feeling relief at the approving look.

"Ava," he said smoothly.

Holy crap.

"Hi," I said shyly and slowly walked over.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"Yes, let me just get my bag," I said heading back into my room as Grace followed.

"Okay, be careful out there. Here, open your mouth," she said as I cocked an eyebrow but obeyed as she sprayed the minty breath freshner thing.

"Oh my God! Did my breath smell?" I asked.

"No. That was a just in case," she said.

"Okay, okay. Bye. I'll get going," I said.

"You're growing up so fast," sniffed Grace.

I rolled my eyes and pulled her in for a hug, patting her back.

I headed back to the door where Christian was patiently waiting.

"Um, sorry for keeping you waiting," I said smiling sheepishly.

"Let's go," he said holding out his arm to lead me out the door.

He opened my door to his very fancy sports car.

It was around a six minute drive to the coffee shop.

I climbed out as we headed in and took a seat as a waitress came out, "Hello, welcome. What would you guys like today?"

"What I normally have," said Christian.

"Um, I'll just have the original," I said.

She nodded and turned away, walking.

 "Um, Christian, am I allowed to call you that?" I asked.

He nodded curtly, not saying anything.

"Thank you for the job, can you tell me who I'm working for?"

"Christopher Wilde," he replied as the coffee came.

I nodded slowly, "So, I'm starting next Tuesday?"

He nodded as he sipped his coffee, "Is that okay?"

"Yes, that's fine," I said smiling as I cupped my coffee, warming my hands.

It was getting quite chilly these past days. Winter was definitely coming.

We managed to have an easy conversation.

"Thank you, Mr. Gray," I said gratefully as he dropped me off in front of my apartment building door.

"We're not at work," he said.

I smiled, "Thank you Christian. I had a wonderful time with you. See you next Tuesday."

He nodded and pulled off as I watched the car speed away.

"Grace! I'm home!" I called as I entered the apartment.

"Ah!" she shrieked, "How did it go? Tell. Me. Everything."

"Grace, we didn't do anything. We just talked about my new job," I said.

Grace scoffed, "Young people are so boring."

"You're a year older then me Grace," I said putting my bag down, "It's quite chilly out."

"It is, now make me some dinner," she said in a bossy but friendly tone.

I laughed, "Okay. What would you like?"

Chapter 6

Tuesday managed to come by quickly. I huffed as I pulled on my gray pencil skirt and white blouse along with my white pumps. I pulled my hair into a bun, trying to look as professional as possible.

Grace was still asleep but I quickly laid out some bacon and pancakes for her and headed for work with an apple in hand.

It was around a twenty minute ride.

I entered the office and I saw everyone in front of their computers, typing like mad.

The minute I took a step out the elevator, everyone's eyes turned to me.

Someone stood up quickly, "Ms. White?"

I nodded as she continued, "Mr. Wilde is waiting for you in his office."

She lead me to the back of the office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said, his voice was deep.

She opened the door and I saw Mr. Wilde sitting in front of his computer, glancing at the door.

He had a muscular build, brown hair and eyes.

"Mr. Wilde," I greeted.

"Ah, yes. Ms. White, I was waiting for you," he said, "Come in. Marilyn, get back to work."

She - Marilyn - closed the door behind her.

"Ms. White, you will be starting work immediately. I need you retype and fix Douglas Clark's work and make five more copies by four. Also, grab me a coffee while you're at it, your office is next door," he said, handing me a thick binder.

I almost collasped at the weight of the binder. Damn that serious man.

"Yes, Mr. Wilde," I murmur as I hurried out the office, walking into my own.

Jeez, he didn't even let me unpack.

I set the binder in front of the computer, turned it on and headed into the coffee room, making a cup and walking back into Mr. Wilde's office.

When I returned, I started my work.

Twenty minuets later, the phone started ringing.

I growled as I picked up, "Mr. Wilde's office, how may I help you?" I snapped a bit to harshly.

I heard a deep chuckle on the other line, "Bad first day?"

I recognize that voice immediately as I straightened, I gasped, "Mr. Gray!"

"You didn't answer my question Ava," he said.

"Right, sorry. Kind of. Mr. Wilde already sent me a lot of work. I'm kind of busy, can you call back later?" I asked, "Everything is dued by four and I can't risk giving him a bad impression."

"I'll talk to Mr. Wilde," he said.

"No! I don't want him thinking I'm a whiner," I quickly said, still