CEO'S EX-Lover is A famous Doctor

Chapter2

CHAPTER 2

DANIEL'S POV

As I sat behind my mahogany desk, going over the morning's reports, I couldn't shake the strange feeling of last night. Olivia had been a whirlwind of energy and charm, a delightful surprise in an otherwise mundane routine. I couldn't believe I had left those hundred-dollar notes on the nightstand. It was a gesture of convenience, not condescension, but it probably came off all wrong.

The knock on my office door snapped me back to the present. “Come in,” I called, my eyes still on the report in front of me.

When the door opened, I looked up and felt my heart drop into my stomach. There she was—Olivia. Her eyes widened in shock, mirroring my own surprise.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, staring at me with a mix of disbelief and anger.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, rising from my chair. “Did you track me down?”

Her expression shifted from shock to indignation. “Track you down? I’m the new secretary, Daniel. I didn’t even know you worked here.”

For a moment, I was speechless. Then, her face broke into a mocking smile. “Or should I call you ‘Mr. Hundred-Dollar Notes’?”

I clenched my jaw, not appreciating her sarcasm. “That was a fling, Olivia. Nothing more. Let’s just agree to forget about it and move on.”

She straightened her posture, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Fine by me. It’s not like I wanted to remember it anyway.”

Despite our agreement to leave the past behind, working together became a complex dance of suppressed attraction. Every stolen glance, every accidental touch, only intensified the magnetic pull between us. We tried to maintain professionalism, but it was a losing battle.

Eventually, the tension became too much. One late night at the office turned into a passionate encounter that neither of us could deny any longer.

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OLIVIA'S POV

It was that night that I lit the torch, and I burnt in the flames. Daniel had asked me to stay back to help document some files in Excel. I sat on his office couch with the company laptop, diligently entering data, while he worked at his desk. His hair was messy, his tie undone and hung loosely around his neck, and the first few buttons of his shirt were open. The work stress was evident, but it only made him more attractive. When he ran his hand through his hair, his biceps bulging under his expensive dress shirt, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“Are you done, Olivia? Are you done?” Daniel's voice snapped me out of my haze.

“Yes, you can take a look,” I said, trying to compose myself, my eyes glued to the laptop screen to avoid looking directly at him. Still, I couldn't help but notice his feet as he strolled over to me. He bent at the back of the couch towards me, one arm resting on the cushions across my shoulders and the other on the armrest. He leaned in, his breath brushing the back of my neck, sending tingles down my spine. The feeling I had when I first met him at the bar returned—the intense need to taste him.

“With this, you can easily sort through your documents,” I said faintly, gulping as I felt his presence close to mine. Suddenly, our hands touched as we both reached to point at a column in the Excel sheet.

“Sorry,” he said, holding my hand for a moment.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. Slowly, he turned to look at me, and I looked back, our faces inches apart, our lips even closer. His gaze fell on my lips, and they quivered in response. The kiss that followed was ferocious, born of longing and pent-up desire.

“Oh god, I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks now,” he said breathlessly.

“Here I am,” I responded, my voice barely more than a whisper. That night, the office became our love nest, rekindling what we had shared before.

After that night, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The attraction was undeniable, and we decided to make our relationship official. But then, one day, he approached me with a request.

“Look, can we keep our relationship a secret?” he asked, and I won't lie, it hurt me. But he explained it was because of his family, particularly his father, so I understood. I gave him a condition, though: “No hotels. It’s either your place or mine,” to which he agreed.

A few days later, we were on a date when he got a call. It was his father. He took the call and then turned to me, looking serious.

“I have to travel,” he said.

“Okay,” I replied, trying to be supportive.

But days turned into weeks, and I didn't hear from him. My anger gradually turned into worry as the days stretched on. He hadn’t shown up at work either, and no one would tell me anything.

My worry grew each day, and I felt lost without him. What was happening? Where was he? The silence was maddening, and I felt a sense of foreboding that I couldn't shake.

No one would tell me anything, their eyes avoiding mine whenever I asked about him. Weeks passed, and my worry grew with each day.

The news hit me like a truck. I was in the break room when I overheard a couple of colleagues talking in hushed tones.

“Did you hear? Daniel’s getting engaged to Sophia.”

I nearly dropped my coffee. Sophia. The name echoed in my mind, each repetition driving a dagger deeper into my heart. How could this happen?

I stormed out of the breakroom, my mind racing with questions and emotions. How had things gone so wrong? And why had no one told me?

Back in my office, I tried to focus on work, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Daniel. The nights we spent together, the secrets we shared—had all of them been a lie? And who was Sophia?

I needed answers, but more than that, I needed to figure out how to move forward from this. The weeks ahead were going to be some of the hardest I’d ever faced, but I knew I had to find a way to keep going, no matter how much it hurt.