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My destiny with CEO

My destiny with CEO

BrunaJhon

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chubby brown hand appeared, and Lalo yelled, "Your turn!" "Damn it, Chuy! Now look what you've done." She stepped out of the bushes. "Chuy! Naomi! Lunch is ready!" Welita's voice boomed from afar. "Ooh, what's for lunch?" Lalo asked as they all ran to the front of the house. "Mexican mole," Chuy said. "My favorite." "You say that about everything Welita cooks." Because it's true. "You better ask Welita if Lalo can have lunch with us," Naomi said breathlessly. "Welita, can Lalo have lunch with us?" Chuy asked as they reached the front porch. Welita paused on the bottom step, wiping her hands on her apron. "He eats lunch here every day." She peered through her rose-colored glasses at Lalo. "Isn't your mother expecting you?" "No, I told her I was here and that you're the best cook in Houston." Then she threw her slipper at me and started screaming. I think she's crazy. Naomi giggled at the sight of her mother's slipper flying through the air. She knew it was a harmless comment, but he should have known better than to insult a woman's cooking. "Ay, Dios mío." Welita pulled a kitchen rag from her apron pocket and wiped her forehead. "I'll have to talk to her this afternoon and make amends. Don't worry, Lalo. I'll make things right." "Thanks, Welita," he said as Chuy walked up the porch steps. "Naomi." Welita put a hand on his shoulder as she reached the top step. "Can you take the sheets off? I hung them up early this morning, they should be dry by now." But Chuy and Lalo will have eaten them all by the time I'm done. They've probably eaten half of them by now. "I promise your lunch will be there when you come in. It'll just take a minute." "Oh, okay." Naomi jumped off the porch and ran to the backyard where Welita was hanging the sheets to dry. She definitely knew what she was going to ask her parents for Christmas this year-a dryer for Welita. As she turned the corner, she heard Welita yelling. "Ay, stop eating so fast. Now I have to make more for me and Naomi." Naomi slowed down, there was no need to rush now. The white sheets flapped in the wind. She put her hand on one of them. It was dry. Standing on her tiptoes, she picked up the clothespins. She was about to fold it when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow moving behind the other sheet. "Ha, ha, Chuy. You can't scare me. I know you are..." Her jaw dropped as a woman floated toward her, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, her skin like porcelain. She wore a delicate cream-colored dress with lace around the collar, which fluttered as she approached. Soft brown eyes stared down at her. As startled as Naomi was, the woman looked like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then, the woman slowly reached out her hand. "Naomi," the woman breathed. "Huhhhh." "I'm sorry." The woman pulled her hand back. "I didn't mean to scare you." Naomi took a deep breath and lifted her chin. "I'm not scared." The woman clapped her hands together in excitement. "It's you, you're finally here. I've waited so long for you." Naomi looked around for Chuy and Lalo, they had obviously paid this woman to come here and scam her. Though she had no idea how they got the money. "Who are you? How do you know me?" "We've known each other for a long, long time. My name is Rebecca." Naomi frowned. "I don't remember you." "You wouldn't, but someday I hope you will." She looked around as if waiting for someone. "There's something I need to tell you." "Okay." "But I'm not sure if you'll believe me. You're still young, so maybe you will." "What is it?" She got down on her knees and looked into his eyes. "I'm an angel." Naomi looked at her skeptically. "You are?" She nodded. "I want to show you something, don't be afraid." Rebecca placed her hand on her forehead.

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breath and lifted her chin. "I'm not scared." The woman clapped her hands together in excitement. "It's you, you're finally here. I've waited so long for you." Naomi looked around for Chuy and Lalo, they had obviously paid this woman to come here and scam her. Though she had no idea how they got the money. "Who are you? How do you know me?" "We've known each other for a long, long time. My name is Rebecca." Naomi frowned. "I don't remember you." "You wouldn't, but someday I hope you will." She looked around as if waiting for someone.

"There's something I need to tell you." "Okay." "But I'm not sure if you'll believe me. You're still young, so maybe you will." "What is it?" She got down on her knees and looked into his eyes. "I'm an angel." Naomi looked at her skeptically. "You are?" She nodded. "I want to show you something, don't be afraid." Rebecca placed her hand on her forehead. "Hizahri." Naomi wondered what the strange word meant, it didn't sound like English or Spanish. There was a numb feeling in her temples, like she was about to get a headache. She saw a vision of a young woman with long dark hair and pale blue eyes. She gasped. It looked like she would be when she grew up. It was as if Rebecca was showing her the future. But it couldn't be. The young woman looked like she had stepped off the set of The Ten Commandments. That was the longest four hours she had ever watched a movie with Welita. The vision shifted to a young man who looked just like Rebecca. The man was extremely handsome and strong. As he approached the young woman, she smiled and called him Lahash. Rebecca removed her hand and the vision disappeared. "Hey, I want to see more." The man named Lahash looked familiar. Maybe she had seen him in one of those Christmas plays Welita liked to drag her to during the holidays. That was the only place she could remember seeing men dressed in robes and carrying large sticks. "I'm sorry. I can't show you more." "Why not?" "Well, let's just say I could get in trouble with my boss for what I showed you." - She stood up and walked toward the blanket. "Wait! When will I see you again?" Naomi brushed her bangs from her sweaty forehead. "Not for a while," Rebecca said, turning to face her. "And I'm afraid that when I do, you won't be able to see me." "Why not?" She rubbed her eyes as Rebecca's body began to fade. "Because when people grow up, they stop believing." "I won't. Please come back and show me more. I won't stop believing." Rebecca gave her a soft smile. "And that's why you're special, Naomi." Then she walked away. Naomi looked at Rebecca. A gentle smile remained on her face when she finished speaking. Everyone around the room-Jeremy, Lash, Uri, Rachel, Raphael, and even Gabrielle-looked at Rebecca with anticipation. When Rebecca began her story about how she met Raphael, Naomi didn't expect it to start with the time she played hide-and-seek with Chuy and Lalo. "I think..." Naomi said, breaking the silence. "I remember that happening, I just didn't think it was real, I thought it was a dream. Like the time I dreamed about the Sesame Street characters having a parade in my neighborhood." "You dreamed about Big Bird?" Lash smirked. "Who is this 'Big Bird'?" Uri whispered. "I'll show you later," Rachel replied quietly. "Oh, that sounds perverted." Naomi rolled her eyes at Uri's response. "You're missing the point," she said to Lash. "When I was a kid, my dreams seemed so real that I thought they were really happening. As I got older, I could tell the difference better. Like there was no way Big Bird and Mr. Sniffle Sniffle could be outside my house in the middle of the night. I always assumed they were dreams." "So you thought meeting Rebecca was a dream," Gabrielle said. "Yeah, thanks. I mean, I was just a kid and then... and then I grew up." She looked back at Rebecca, swallowing hard. "And I broke my promise, I stopped believing. When did that happen? Is that really what happens when you grow up?" Naomi thought. "Oh no." She turned to Lash. "What if I hadn't stopped believing? What if I had held on to it? Maybe I would have remembered you. I mean, there were moments right after I first met you when I felt like I knew you from somewhere. There were bits of memories that would pop into my head. It was so weird, I didn't know where they were coming from. I would get déjà vu every time I was with you and I would just ignore it all." "You didn't know," he said, taking her hand in his. "Hey, neither did I." "Naomi." Rebecca crossed the room. Lash moved to give her space and she sat between them. "I didn't share this moment to make you feel bad. I wanted you to understand that I've always been there, watching and waiting for you." "Why?" "It's part of our family history." "Our story isn't easy to tell," Raphael said. "We all"-he waved his hand around the room-"faced what happened long ago differently. If we all share what we remember, we can better understand what happened. Shall I start?" "Okay," Naomi said as the others nodded. "It all started when Raguel-sorry, I mean Rachel-and I were sent on a mission to the city of Ai." "Oh wow," Rachel said. "That was a long time ago. I haven't thought about that time in ages. It was when I changed my name after meeting Obadiah." "I thought you changed your name because Jeremy started calling you spaghetti sauce, Ragú," Lash said. "I didn't call you that," Jeremy said. "Oh wait. I did." "Classic." Uri grinned, bumping his fist with it. Rachel glanced at Uri, and he stifled a laugh, clearing his throat. "Sorry, my love. Just trying to lighten the mood. I don't like remembering how I was...how I treated you all those years ago." "I know. It's hard for me too, but we survived." She kissed his cheek softly before turning to Naomi. "Now, where was I?" "You were talking about a man named Obadiah," Naomi said. "Ah yes. Obadiah. I remember that day so clearly. It was the first time I'd ever touched a human. 2 1400 BC Are you sure, Raphael?" Raguel asked. "V The Archangel Raphael studied the cluster of tents at the base of the hill. Tears glistened in his eyes as he surveyed the people who had made their homes outside the city gates. They were outcasts, cast out by a disease they had no control over. Young or old, male or female, rich or poor, it didn't matter to the people of Ai. Once the sores appeared on the skin, the person was cast out of the protection of the city. In their eyes, God had turned His back on those afflicted with the disease, and so should they. He turned to his little companion. "Yes, I'm sure. We were sent to bring them comfort. How can they feel comfort without touch?" Her brown eyes widened at his words. "Michael would be angry if he found out." Raphael smiled. "Then let's not tell him, shall we? They've been cast out of their homes, shunned by their family. They've suffered enough." "They're scared. These people show all the signs of leprosy and have been declared unclean." Raphael frowned. "They're still His children, they deserve whatever comfort we can give them." He looked at her. "We may not be allowed to heal their bodies, but we can heal their souls. The simple touch of a loving hand can mend a broken heart." She looked down at her hands. "I've never touched a human before." What does it feel like? "Warm, alive. It's like no other feeling I've ever experienced. The Almighty created a magnificent creature." "I know how you feel." Her eyes wandered away, and by the expression on her face, Raphael knew her thoughts were on Uriel, Heaven's Archangel of Death. If it weren't for Gabrielle telling him about Raguel's growing

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Los Angeles, away from the watchful eyes of the office, the tension between them reaches a new level. In a universe where the professional mixes with the personal, Sebastian and Chloe discover that the limits are as thin as their own resistance. Between furtive encounters, dialogues full of ulterior motives and a passion that threatens to destroy all the rules, the line between pleasure and danger becomes increasingly blurred. In this game of seduction, who will emerge victorious? Get ready for a story full of chemistry, provocations and twists, where power and pleasure walk hand in hand, and desire is the only rule that matters. PROLOGUE Working at TechFin Corp in San Francisco was everything I had ever wanted. Located in the heart of the city, the office offered a breathtaking view of the San Francisco Bay. The glitter of the waters at dawn, combined with the silhouette of the bridges, created a scene that made me feel invincible. I loved walking to work, feeling the cool Pacific breeze caress my face, a constant reminder of the freedom and possibilities that this city has always offered me. My name is Chloe Carter, I am 28 years old and I was born and raised in the winding hills of San Francisco. Ever since I was a little girl, I have always been fascinated by the pulsating rhythm of this city. The cool wind that blows constantly around here never lets my wavy brown hair stay in place, and perhaps that's a reflection of the intensity I carry with me. My honey-colored eyes capture the nuances of this vibrant city, and my parents always said I had a daring soul, incapable of settling for the ordinary. I guess they were right. Working in the financial analysis department was not for the faint of heart; the routine was always hectic, each day a new challenge, a new mountain to climb. However, I loved it, it was rewarding. Perhaps it was my adventurous spirit, the same one that always drove me to seek more, to explore not only the numbers, but also the emotions and power games that ran silently through the halls of TechFin Corp. But it wasn't just the work that made me tick. I always had a soft spot for the unknown, for those romantic adventures that began with a furtive glance and ended with a racing heart. The adrenaline of a new conquest, the game of seduction-all of this was part of who I was, and I made no effort to hide it. After all, what would life be without a little excitement? My parents, Helen and John Carter, have always supported me, even when I made decisions that many would consider too bold. And my younger sister, Lily, was my greatest accomplice in life's small and big follies. The two of us have always been inseparable, two free souls sailing the same rough sea. That morning, as usual, I arrived at the office early. The sun had barely risen above the horizon, but the TechFin Corp building was already starting to come alive with the movement of the first employees. The air was fresh, and my mind, sharp as ever, ready for another day of challenges. When I walked into my office, it was no surprise to find Jenna at my desk, with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. Jenna is my best friend and coworker, and if there's one thing I've learned in the time we've spent together, it's that if you arrive before her, you better check your watch, because something is definitely wrong. She was always the first to arrive

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My destiny with CEO
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Chapter 1 comfort

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Chapter 2 What does it feel like

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Chapter 3 he asked the boy

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Chapter 4 touch her cheek

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Chapter 5 Michael

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Chapter 6 responsibility

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Chapter 7 Don't you think

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Chapter 8 soldiers

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Chapter 9 enjoy your friend's

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Chapter 10 eyes were black

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Chapter 11 Mother

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Chapter 12 voice was soft

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Chapter 13 Rebecca

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Chapter 14 Lucifer

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Chapter 15 his mother was making

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Chapter 16 The competition

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Chapter 17 My goodness

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Chapter 18 I can help you

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Chapter 19 His eyes flew open

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Chapter 20 the intensity

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Chapter 21 voice was deep

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Chapter 22 You're mad at me

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Chapter 23 Nephilim are enough

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Chapter 24 searching for his spear

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Chapter 25 he tried to stand

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Chapter 26 thank you

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Chapter 27 her protector

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Chapter 28 the city

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Chapter 29 my dear Uriel

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Chapter 30 It was nights like this

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Chapter 31 moment was gone

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Chapter 32 Naomi

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Chapter 33 down and celebrate

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Chapter 34 to be without you

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Chapter 35 surprise

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Chapter 36 I love you

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Chapter 37 he said

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Chapter 38 frequent visits

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Chapter 39 innocent

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Chapter 40 every movement

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