Loving Mr CEO

hen he dragged me toward the deserted corner near the seldom-used storage units after the meeting. The AC hummed softly above us, a dull contrast to his loud frustration. A few hea

ast. "See what I'm saying!" Caleb finally spat out. I just walked away, leaving him standing there in the corner, muttering to the humming AC. Entering my tiny cubicle,a flimsy barrier against the day's events and rested my forehead on the cool, hard surface of my desk. Today is going to be a long day. And it was - but at least it eventually came to an end. At around 4pm before leaving i decided to text Caleb "..................I'm really sorry for what happened today, it wasn't my intention to make you feel that way". I couldn't come up with what to write cause I did nothing wrong, but for peace to reign I just had to send it . I stood up and left the office. I was standing in front of the building, battling the rush hour crowd and trying desperately to flag down a keke, when a nice, flashy white car, a vehicle that screamed generational wealth pulled up silently beside me. It was Mike. How the hell can an 'orientation trainee' afford that? I instantly dismissed the thought; clearly, his parents were wealthy, and this was just his playground. "Do you mind if I drop you off" His voice was soothing, Too soothing. The kind that makes you want to say yes to anything. For a second, I forgot Caleb was supposed to be coming out to meet me. "Naaa, I'm good. Maybe next time. Thanks for offering," I said, trying to seem cool and casual, but the smile I flashed was probably too wide and definitely strained. What is wrong with me? I'm sure he found my smile creepy. "Okay then, if you insist." He paused, his expression serious now, his composure slipping slightly. "Sorry to ask, but who was the guy I saw you with earlier". Fair question. "He's my boyfriend," I said, the words barely audible, just as Caleb's heavy presence materialized beside me. "Yeah, she's my girlfriend," Caleb cut in, his voice sharp and possessive. "So if you'd kindly move your car, we'd like to stop keke and be on our way, you're blocking the road." That was rude, unnecessary, and guaranteed to cost me my peace later, but I decided I'd talk to him when we got back to his place. I couldn't afford another public shouting match. "I didn't get your name," Mike said, completely ignoring Caleb