The Last Ceo’s Deal

A DEAL WITH THE CEO

CHAPTER 93

Christine.

“What? How and Why?” I asked really feeling bad.

It was as if his efforts of finding Webb went down the drain.

“I don’t know.” His voice cracked with hurt.

“Yesterday, the IP address connected to his thumb print shows that he was in Chicago and I couldn’t hide my happiness, I told Jay to tell you that I’ll find him soon and get you outta here for me to check back and he was gone.

I’ve checked everything and everywhere but I can’t trace what happened but I’ll never give up. I’ll fish him out myself.“

“I’m sorry Easton, I must commend…you’re doing a great job. i can’t believe my brother is a bad ass. You should work with the intellectual computer technology team. You’re a genius.”

I said sincerely but he just laughed it out.

“I was so worried about you but it seems …. you’re looking good, like you’re really beautiful and happy.

And that son of a bitch gone psycho or did he travel?”

“Don’t call him that Easton!”

I almost flared.

“Why not? He’s a douchebag.”

“He’s not…at least not anymore.”

I defended him myself and my brother stared at me in shock.

“What do you mean?”

I sighed and held his hands, biting my lips before continuing.

“He’s been nice to me, really really nice.”

“He wants to get into your pants.” He hissed and I gasped.

“No…not that Easton, I…he’s really changed and he treats me really different. He treats me as if he’s trying to make up for what he did to me.”

“Don’t tell me you fell for it.” He asked frowning and I sighed urging him to listen.

“No way!” He flared, throwing my hands off me.

“Easton, I like him too…a lot.”

“Christine why are you being so daft and naive! That guy just wants to fuck you…. oh my god!! Jeez!! Christine, don’t tell me you already did it.”

His eyes were laced with shock and displeasure that he stood up.

“Easton…. hear me out please.”

“No Christine, you’re being carried away by nonsense. He almost killed you in every way possible but let you live to stand in for some bullshit that would save his business. How could you fall for someone like him?

Why do you love getting yourself entangled into a horrible mess? I’m burying my best to get you out of here and you called me to tell me this trash. ”

He was hurt and I saw this coming.

Easton will never agree to this, he dislikes Fanuel a lot and he has vowed to make sure he gets me away from him.

I was Pained that he didn’t even want to listen to me but was concerned about the way he felt and the hatred he harbored for Fanuel.

I’ve never been loved and pampered in my entire life aside from him. It’s not my fault I had to fall for my enemy who changed from a monster to an angel.

I might be wrong or deceived but I want to enjoy this fantasy of mine before it fades.

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“I can’t believe you want to tell me this.”

“Easton, I’m sorry but if I eventually get hurt.. I’ll carry the cross. But right now…I can’t help it either, I like him so much”

“I will never support this madness Christine ” He fumed heavily and left the house making me shudder and wept bitterly with doubts.

What if he was right? What if Fanuel was just using or being with me because of my body. What if I get hurt or he turns into that same him overnight, mocking me for being so loosed.

I cringed at such thought badly and flushed it aside. He wouldn’t do that, he says he’s in love with me, is he right?

I became moody all of a sudden as I retired to the room. Fanuel seemed to understand and he left me alone.

I need to understand myself and my life, what would befall me if I ended up in this fairytale that’s appearing all fake.

The next few days weren’t pleasant as everyone left, Laurel tried to talk to me but I just smiled at her.

I avoided Fanuel at all costs and refrain from his touch no matter how hard it seemed. I really needed to gain sanity and tell myself I’m not making a mistake.

Fanuel went crazy with worry asking me endless questions but I just shrugged it off and told him that I was sick.

He called the doctors in worry and coaxed me in every way possible.

He seemed to notice my reluctance so he stopped having contact with me.

All he did was give me endless calls while at work to ask if I’m okay and made sure I had my meals.

I wanted to avoid him, maybe what I have for him is just lust and infatuation and the same thing goes for him. I needed to let whatever I’m feeling fade off so I can convince myself that it’s not love and also give him the same space to think.

It was hard not being close to him in the same mansion.

He grabbed me one evening after he returned from work, worry and pains clearly visible in his eyes.

“Did I do anything wrong?” He asked, staring at me and I nodded negatively.

“No.”

“Why are you punishing me? I can accept any punishment but I can’t go through with this anymore. At least, talk to me and say something. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me, just…fucking say something to me.”

He said desperately and my heart clenched.

Seeing him beg this desperately made me feel guilty. He felt I was punishing him but I wasn’t, I wanted to kill this feeling and face reality. I needed to know my place, knowing I’m no match for this rich and handsome guy standing before me.

He could meet his type at any time even after tossing Mirabel.

“Christine…. you don’t even look at my face anymore. Do I look so disgusting that you don’t want me to even hug you? You make me miss you even when we are this close…I’m sorry Christine, whatever I did wrong. Just…. forgive me and give me whatever punishment but not this…not you avoiding and ignoring me ”

Tears welled my eyes listening to his confessions. He was really suppressing everything and trying so hard to be fine when he’s breaking down.

“Fanuel..”

“Love?”

“I…want to go home.”