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The CEO's Addiction: In Love With My Boss.

The CEO's Addiction: In Love With My Boss.

Sabelle

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After pursuing Kathleen who wouldn't yield to him, Aiden decided to use other means. With his deceptive ways, he made her work for him just to be closer to her everyday. One day, he gave her these rules: 1. Avoid my room. No trespassing. 2. Diligent and be alert at all times. 3. No gossip. That should be one of your qualities as a therapist. 4. Be by my side while I sleep. 5. Respect. No disobedience. 6. Don't be a nosy type. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. 7. Do not fight or bully. 8. No inviting friends. 9. Do not leave the mansion except on your free days. 10. 9am to 10am- 12am till daybreak for sessions. When Kathleen read this, she was spitefully angered, throwing him many cursed words at the same time, "You know what?, fuck you and your rules' shithead. You psycho!!" Unbotheredly, he reminded her, "You owe me," "To hell with you, I'm going to pay you back every dime that I owe." But his next words made her dumbfounded. Smirking, he questioned, "How do you pay $10m?." Book 1 of Billionaire's Ex-lover

Chapter 1 01

Kathleen's pov.

"The cab just dropped me off, I'm climbing up to his apartment.."

"I'm happy you've arrived. Make sure you eat and take your pills. I put some in your handbag, hm?." My best friend Noelle said and I sighed.

"You're such a sweetheart, Noelle." I said, smiling. When I looked up at the front door, I said, "Okay, I have got to go. Take care of yourself." I ended the call and knocked lightly on the door.

I was surprised to see his door creaking open. How could he make such a mistake, huh? I grabbed the doorknob and pushed my bag in.

I was met with a bra hanging on the cushion, a woman's bag on the couch, and a man's tie at the edge of his stairs.

Okay, what's going on? I remembered yesterday that we spoke, and he didn't mention his sister coming back from London.

As I walked up the stairs, I could hear a loud moaning from his room. I followed the trail of littered clothes on the stairs to Noah's room.

I slowly opened the room and what hit me next made my mouth hang. Noah was banging a lady against the headboard in his bedroom, not just a lady but his fucking sister. I was still trying to get out of my shocked state when he turned,

"Jesus, Kat." He shouted and quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his nudity.

Tears were rolling down my eyes. Oh, I didn't want to cry in front of them. I sniffed and glared at both of them.

He started, "I...can explain..." I waved my hand in the air to keep him shut. "There's nothing to explain." I looked at his sister and then back at him, "Enjoy yourself."

Running down the stairs and carrying my luggage out of the house, I could hear him yelling my name from behind.

Luckily enough, a cab man pulled in front of me, I pushed my luggage in and climbed into the backseat. I turned to see Noah running out with a boxer on.

"Get me out of here!" I yelled at the cab man, who quickly drove off.

My tears were rushing non-stop throughout the drive. My thoughts rushing in and out, I clung to my heart as my mind kept replaying her moans, the way he banged her in his fucking room. He betrayed me, he lied to me and I fell for it. I hate him for his lies, I hate him for all he did to me. I hate him for all the pain he caused me.

"Ma'am, ahem..." The driver cleared his throat, breaking into my thoughts, "You didn't tell me where to drop you." The cab man was peeking at me from the rearview mirror.

"Bengaluru Airport.."

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Once on the plane, I couldn't seem to calm myself as much as I tried. A sixteen-hour flight to Seattle was the last thing I wanted to do on a bad day like this. I needed somewhere to cool my head or get a drink to relieve me of the nightmare.

Who would believe I had taken a surprise visit to see my boyfriend in India? That I gave up my time and energy to travel such a long distance to see my nightmare?

Having met with a more surprising package than I could ever imagine. He told me he was his sister. Have they been fucking all along? They should both go to hell. They are really disgusting.

But then, what do I tell Noelle? That the very one person I boasted of and given accolades of having a longer relationship with was cheating behind my back. I can't even let myself tell her that he cheated. I can't. She would end up ranting about how right she had been.

As I sat gazing endlessly through the window, waiting for the plane to take off, a deep male monotone voice tucked me out of my thoughts. I turned away to see crystal blue-piercing cold eyes looking at me.

"Any problem?" I asked the young man who had interrupted me.

"Miss. Could you please do me a favor by letting me sit beside the window?"

I looked at him strangely. As polite as he was, I couldn't bring myself to sit elsewhere.

"No."

I replied flatly and turned back to the window.

"Please?" He begged, and I snapped my head at him to bug off, but his beautiful sapphire eyes were pleading. I grabbed my handbag without a word and did as he pleaded.

~SHORTLY AFTER THE PLANE HAD TAKEN OFF.

I still couldn't stop thinking about Noah. How could he promise to marry me and end up breaking my heart? I've decided not to tell Noelle about him. Yes I can't.

I hit my head on the seat and closed my eyes. The plane was quiet, and my neighbor was sleeping. Most of the passengers were.

I heard my neighbor moaning in his sleep. I found it strange, but didn't open my eyes, but the noise from him intensified.

I slowly pecked at him, his eyes twitched, and he was frowning deeply, he looked like he was having a bad dream.

Fear clouded his face and he was shaking visibly. I ignored him and shut my eyes. But the way he was shaking right now, made me want to hold him. I watched him for a moment, and then slowly locked his hand with mine. His hand was soft and warm, it seemed to have worked as I could see his face was gradually coming back to normal and the noise dying down slowly.

He tensed up again but relaxed back on his seat. A few of the passengers were at this time stealing glances at us, but I tried to put up a smile, he snuggled his head up to my shoulder and finally slept off.

I seemed to put him at ease.

I tried to stay awake but couldn't. I was suddenly feeling the urge to pee. I sat up, looked at the sleeping man over my shoulder and quietly pushed his head back on his seat, stood up, and started walking through the aisle.

The flight attendant noticed my movement and stood up. "Any problem, miss?" She asked, calmly.

"Oh yes. I'm looking for a restroom." I replied to her.

She smiled and led me into the small toilet. She drew back the blue curtain while I pulled down my pants and quickly released my urine.

I cleaned up and flushed the toilet, just as I was zipping my jeans up, I noticed someone walking into the toilet, but before I could turn, his hands wrapped around my waist, touching the bare skin of my stomach, where my shirt had ridden up, feeling it could be a stalker, I jumped up, but the hands tightened around me.

"A little while please." I heard a low voice whisper into my ear. I could feel his warm breath through my ear. I let my eyes close as I basked in the feeling of his arms around me.

"I woke up immediately you left me." He mumbled. Hearing this from him, I snapped my head to look next to me, feeling my eyes widen as I looked at the man holding me.

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