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CEO'S CONTRACT NOT TO LOVE

CEO'S CONTRACT NOT TO LOVE

Author: I-pen
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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 2330    |    Released on: 18/04/2024

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"? They all seem the same, just different faces. All ready to settle down, like they're pr

t on Mom's schedule. I've got time to find the ri

s like they're obstacles in a race. And then there's this

ore I'm outta here, back to my

in the crowded coffe

l this time. She's tall, confident, with something int

She's got long legs, killer heels, and that skirt... wow.

lly, these dates are pretty obvious, but not with

n this round. Let's

shoulders. I'm so mesmerized by her that I don't even realize I'm standing here staring

hould probably

ll. Her skin is soft, not sweaty. Her nails are neatly done, and I recognize the sme

I correct her. "We don'

with a quick nod. "Ni

y." Aubrey A

an that my mother has chosen, but right now, I'm thinking of not

although this woman is tempting enough to take home, I won't let my mother have the satisfaction o

beside her chair. She rifles through the papers and clicks her tongue as if she forgot something. "C

g clicking into place, "yo

y penciled eyebrow up

company's net worth is four bill

h of a dick that they make up

r, but it'll do,

h

does? Get pulled into going

l for certain, but I have a strong suspicion that she's lying. If she really went

Two o'clock. I have to

ell her it won't be necessary and watch as she heads for another table in th

ey b

n

ic

he says,

in whatever my mother attempted to rope you in

e is smiling. Then she laughs, and I despise how it goes directly to my core. The attractiveness of th

a good time, I could take you home right now

te. I'm the CEO of a big marketing firm. Your company asked for my help with re-brandi

ually very organized. Wasn't this meeting supposed to b

I might just take your money out of spite. Stewart Media En

lides her business card across the tabl

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d on my desk, her green eyes flashing with ang

ey'd be fired. But Irene's been my friend since hi

" Irene huffs, fi

say, wincing a

her black hair behind her ear

nically, you're my se

Please. You'd be lost

laining the mix-up and asking to me

r we would have hailed a cab right from that coffee shop. On the drive I would have brushed my fingers a

houghts. I try to adjust myself discree

over my plans for Morgan Enterprises, as there is much to discuss. Just to clar

r well enough to continue the sarcasm, and I

STEWA

g promoted to running the AD campaigns broke off our engagement to choose someone else, he knew I couldn't fire him. It'd be a lawsuit waiting to happen.

be able to trust anyone

rates on the sink, an

for any other reason except to gain your help and insight. The meeting this time will

professional" I

I'm worried that I'll give in, but...if I've learned anything, it's b

assistant will contact him in

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our last encounter, I wasn't keen on another coffee shop setting. I prefer informal

t informed me of his arrival, so I grabbed

r from our last encounter lingers in my mind. "However, if you're looking for a good time, I could take you h

ade that offer before knowing we'd work t

t I wan

o-ceiling window behind me. I curse myself for choosing this place; the tension between us feels like it could

one crank up the heat? It's not like me to feel like this,

memories and foc

I take off my

rm in here? I can ask Alexa t

's quite warm

muscular arms straining against his white dres

f rational thought staring at this man

desk, then me, th

oc

oc

eamed at myse

o a flirtatious demeanor. Despite my efforts, I find myself drawn to him. He sugge

hink?" I ask, gest

for," he replies. "In a good way

e. "Did I really have a choice af

fessional today. Yet, occasional looks he sends my way seem to undress

to save me. I don't need that. When you brought up marriage and kids, it bothered me. There'

ad again. "Since the beginning of the year, my mother has been obsessed with trying to find me someone to marry, and I'm not ready for that yet. Not in the least bit. She

st from my type, and I try to do everything

a dick,"

e meeting up between us, maybe then I wouldn't have been so confused. She to

n, Mr. Morgan. Mistakes happen, and it's not my

of my soul as he glances down to the desk again, then back to me. "I think we c

ine now hidden. "I think first names are fine. I'll email

us, sly grin of his, "I look f

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