The CEO's One Night Stand

This Has Got To Be A prank

AVA’S POV

The door behind me opened, and I turned around, expecting to see a typical corporate figure, maybe an older man with a stern expression, someone who had seen and done it all in the business world. But instead, the person who walked in nearly made my heart stop.

It was him. The man I had woken up next to two nights ago, in a bedroom I could barely remember finding my way to after what was supposed to be a date with another man entirely. My mind raced as the memories flooded back, his piercing blue eyes, the way he laughed at every joke I told, throwing his head back to reveal perfectly lined teeth, the undeniable chemistry that had led to a spontaneous decision I never thought I’d have to think about again.

And yet, here he was, standing in front of me, impeccably dressed in a black tailored suit that screamed power and authority. His sandy blonde hair, styled to perfection, his light blue eyes raking me in with each second that passed. The same man who had been almost a figment of my imagination was now being introduced to me as my new boss.

“Ms. Hardacre, I’d like you to meet Mr. Alexander Knoxx, the CEO of Knoxx Foods,” one of the panelists said, their voice distant as my ears rang with shock. For a moment, I was frozen, my mind struggling to process the surreal situation. My heart hammered uncontrollably in my chest, and suddenly, the room felt unbearably stuffy and hot. It was as though the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving me gasping for composure. He extended his hand toward me with the same calm and composed demeanor he had approached me with the other night. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Hardacre,” he said, his voice cool and professional, showing no sign that he recognized me at all.

I tried to respond, but the words caught in my throat. The confidence that had carried me through our interview was nowhere to be found as I stammered through the introduction, feeling awkward and small under the scrutiny of his gaze. “Th-thank you, Mr. Knoxx. I-it’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” I finally managed, my voice shaky and uncertain. I searched his face for any sign of recognition, any hint that he remembered what had happened between us. But he didn’t miss a beat, maintaining his cool, collected expression as if I were just another candidate he was meeting for the first time. As the introductions concluded, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind. Did he truly not remember me, or was he just being professional?

As we exchanged a few more polite words, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being caught in some kind of twisted and sick joke. I was almost waiting for someone to jump out of the corner screaming “It’s a prank!” and laughing loudly in my face. Two nights ago, I had thought I’d never see him again, that our paths had crossed by sheer chance. But now, here I was, about to work directly under him, with no idea how this bizarre turn of events would play out.

When the meeting finally ended, and I was dismissed, I walked out of the room with my thoughts in a whirlwind. My pulse was still racing, and the reality of what had just happened hit me with full force. As I stepped into the elevator, I leaned against the cool metal wall, taking deep breaths to steady myself.

This job, which I had been so excited about just moments ago, had suddenly become a minefield. How was I supposed to work under a man with whom I had such an awkward history? And more importantly, how was I going to navigate this situation without letting my emotions get the best of me?

One thing was certain: this was going to be an interesting ride.