CHASED BY TWO BILLIONAIRES

Prologue. 

  Elena's POV 

  "Who's Elena Kingston?" The question hung in the air and my breath hitched. Why would the CEO's PA be looking for me? I wondered, getting quickly to my feet. 

  "Me," I raised my hand hurriedly, getting to my feet. I could feel my insides tangle into knots as everyone's eyes were on me. 

  "You're needed in the CEO's office," the PA, a slim haughty woman everyone called Clara said. "He's going to be taking over the 'Houston Project,' she revealed a piece of shocking news. 

  "I..." the words lodged in my throat and for a moment all I could do was stare. I quickly caught myself, rushing to pack the files I'd worked on through the night before I rushed out of the office behind her. 

  I clutched the project file tighter, and my fingers felt damp against the smooth leather as I followed the PA through a maze of glass walls and neutral décor. 

  One month. That's how long I'd been here-long enough to blend into the background, unnoticed, unbothered. Just the way I wanted it. 

  "His office," Clara said, stopping abruptly. "He'll be overseeing the project with you. He's waiting for you," she glanced at me. 

  I nodded, my throat tightening. I hadn't had reason to meet the CEO yet but whispers about his ruthlessness had reached every corner of the building. 

  I rolled my eyes secretly. Perfect. Exactly what I needed-a demanding boss breathing down my neck. 

  I pushed the door open. 

  He was seated in his chair with his back facing me, his eyes fixed on the impressive skyline view. 

  "Good afternoon, sir," I said, trying to make my voice sound as professional as I could. 

  Silence greeted me. Feeling awkward, I cleared my throat and stepped forward, placing the file on his desk. "This is the report on the-" 

  "Quiet," he snapped, cutting me off. I froze, my heart skipping a beat and I wondered if I'd done something wrong. 

  I saw him raise his cell phone to his ear, he was on a call? I hesitated for a moment before I turned to leave, not wanting to listen in on his conversation. 

  "Did I ask you to leave?" I paused, the familiar voice freezing me to the spot. 

  My breath caught as I turned. The chair rotated on its wheel, revealing the face of the CEO. 

  Him? The sight of him knocked the air out of my lungs and I could feel the blood drain from my face. 

  How could it be him? I wondered, my gaze fixed on him. The man I'd sworn to forget. The man I once called my husband. 

 What was he doing here? Last I remembered he was working at his father's company.