Being With Mr. CEO (book 2)

Xavier's POV A lot has changed over the years. My companies has completely flourished going beyond limits I never imagined. I was and still is being featured in magazines, tv shows and guest judging talent shows. I am even at peace with my family after they all decided to forget what happened and move on, surprisingly it drew us closer together as a family.Even though I'm very pleased with where I am I just can't stop thinking about her. Her skin, her laugh, her hair, that tearful look she had after I told her I wasn't ready for a child. I honestly regret everything. I shouldn't have let her walk out on me. I should have accepted our baby. I should have told her that I would be there for our child as often as I could be showering him or her with love and adoration.It's funny how it still eats me up after all this time. After all these years. My heart ache thinking about it. If only I did the right thing. It's far too late for apologies, far too late for pretty much anything. I just

Xavier's POVRelaxing back onto the pile of soft white cushions, I drape a hand over my tired eyes. I mentally will myself not to fall asleep... at least not until I am settled in a hotel room."You're staring Cassandra," I drawl in a matter of fact tone. A huge weight of pure exhaustion crush my shoulders as weariness settle deep in my bones. I did not sleep well — at all really — last night."I'm just worried Xavier," the woman says in a nasally voice before clearing her throat. "Are you okay?"I fight the urge to roll my eyes and instead focus on the red-headed lady sitting across from me. The broad tablet that hangs loosely in her small manicured hands blurs as my eyelids drop for a millisecond. I'm so fucking exhausted! "I'm fine Ms. McDonald, the sooner we get to the hotel the better off I'll be." I wave her off. Seriously not in the damn mood. We've been working for years and knowing her, she's going to continue nagging until she gets a reaction from me.Suprisingly, Cassand

Zoey's POV "What's wrong now?" Heaving a loud sigh, I turn around to face Jazylnn. I can feel her boring enormous holes in the back of my head. She hasn't stop looking at me weirdly ever since I told her last night about the accident. It feels like the time I told her I was secretly in love with Troy all over again. It didn't matter though 'cause she knew all along. "Nothing," she covers half her face in the huge coffee mug. Now shes lying... unbelievable. I give her an incredious look to which she drops the mug on the island and roll her eyes. "Fine. I just think this is an opportunity... that's all." Is my sister on... drugs?! "An opportunity? Opportunity to do what?" I raise a brow as I sip from my own cup. I'm totally lost to whatever she has cooking up in that big head of hers. "To meet new people," the woman says in a duh tone rolling her blue eyes once more. "Maybe that was a final sign to get back out there. You've been out of the dating game for too long, when is the l

Zoey's POV I gulp down more water hoping the painkillers will kick in soon. Hissing at the sharp pain that sporadically jabs at the side of my head, I rub my temples in a soothing fashion in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain. I swear this is one of the worse day, having and experiencing a migraine is no small feat. Slowly shutting my eyes, I block out some of the harsh brightness in the well-lit room. Its so bright in here, I don't recall it ever being so. Heaving a low sigh, I prop a foot up to try and get comfortable on the swivel chair. The family doctor I saw two days ago had told me it would be normal to experience minor headaches here and there. However, if I feel it is something more, I should come in for a second exam. Might as well. I swear my head is going to damn explode!Calming my breathing and thoughts, I block out the noises around me. I lay like this position for God knows how long before my phone suddenly goes off in the silent room. Perfect. I take my f

Zoey's POVThis wasn't a part of the fucking plan. Tears stream down my face as I recall that night when he told me he did not want a kid. Fast forward eight years later when I run into the same bastard and earlier than I actually anticipated. My body trembles as a new wave of fresh tears blur my vision. All those feelings from that night rushes back to me ten fold. My eyes water even more and goosebumps slowly dot my skin at the crippling memory. I lean my head back on the soft sofa, enjoying the sound of crackling charcoal. There's no need to cry. I repeat the small mantra to myself in hopes that these horrible feeling would go away. "Thought you might need this," I look up to see my sister with a wine glass and a bottle in her hands. She hands me the glass of what seem to be ruby coloured red wine. "Couldn't find anything stronger," "T-thank you," I reply hoarsely as I take the glass. I wipe the streaming tears from unde