Psychic Billionaire Husband

Kiss Me, I’m in Shock

‘Boss?’

Maeve sent a puzzled look between the two men, her thoughts racing, but she kept her composure.

‘Did he actually know Elian? Gosh, what if he did? My fake relationship’s about to blow up in my face, and I won’t survive the humiliation!’

Ryan’s voice trembled, his usual confidence gone, replaced by something she couldn’t quite place. He glanced from Maeve to Elian, his mouth opening and closing as though he couldn’t quite process what was happening.

Maeve’s gaze flicked from Ryan to Elian, but she held it together. ‘Keep up the act. Stay calm.’

Vicky narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. She looked from her fiance to Elian, confusion and suspicion brewing on her face. “Babe, why did you just call him ‘Boss’?”

Ryan shifted uncomfortably, his face flushing slightly, but he didn’t answer. He opened his mouth, closed it, and looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

Mr. Abernathy stepped in. His tone was calm but firm as he addressed the growing tension in the room. “Let me clarify things for you all. This is Elian Miles, the only grandson of our company’s owner. Mr. Miles will inherit the company, and next month, he will be inaugurated as the new CEO.”

The words hit like a punch.

Maeve’s eyes widened slightly, ‘The CEO? Gosh, I don’t even know his last name until now!’

Vicky’s face twisted with disbelief, her voice shaking with a mix of jealousy and frustration at the bigger fish Maeve caught. “Wait, hold on. You’re telling me he’s the CEO?”

Mr. Abernathy nodded. “Mr. Miles will officially be the company’s CEO next month. He had been living abroad for years, but with his briliant mind, I’m sure the company will thrive even more.”

“Bu-but– Maeve was just calling him her boyfriend.” Vicky was struggling to wrap her mind around this new revelation. Her voice cracked as she shot an accusing look at Elian. “Is this some kind of a prank?”

Maeve stiffened, trying not to let her surprise show. Vicky’s words were laced with venom now.

“There’s no way he’s her boyfriend.” Vicky’s hands balled into fists at her sides, though she quickly clamped her mouth shut.

Because, of course, there was no way she openly told everyone that Maeve had been Ryan’s boyfriend until two days ago. The accusation burned on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it back, suddenly aware of how it would look. She couldn’t afford to be seen as the mistress in this situation.

Elian watched Vicky with an almost amused glint in his eyes, unruffled by her outburst. He leaned slightly toward Maeve, whispering just loud enough for her to hear, “If you’re looking for drama, she’s got plenty of it.”

Maeve almost couldn’t help but smile, but she kept her face neutral as she kept her gaze on the group.

Mr. Abernathy, sensing Vicky’s growing frustration, gave a small, polite laugh and gestured to Elian. “To be clear, Vicky, the situation here is much more complicated than a ‘prank.’ Mr. Miles’ role within the company will be pivotal in the coming months. And as you can imagine, the sudden changes will affect all of us.”

Vicky’s eyes flicked to Ryan for any sort of reassurance, but all she got was an awkward, almost helpless glance. Her face reddened, and she quickly turned her gaze away, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Mr. Abernathy said, his tone still calm but clearly signaling the end of the conversation, “I’ll leave you to process this. Elian has a lot of important work ahead, and I’m sure Maeve would love to have a quiet evening before the retreat begins.”

The room fell into a tense silence as Mr. Abernathy walked away, leaving Maeve, Elian, and the awkwardly silent Ryan and Vicky behind with the rest of the marketing department.

Maeve could feel the weight of the revelation sinking in, but she masked it. Leaning towards Lily, she incredulously whispered, “What in the world had just happened?”

The strategist behind this ridiculous fake boyfriend idea gaped at her, “Beat me.”

Maeve tried to regain her composure and turned to Elian. She wasn’t sure what to say, still processing the bombshell about his identity. “I-I need to go to my room.”

“Of course,” Elian smiled knowingly. He guided her toward the door, his hand brushing against the small of her back in a gesture that felt oddly protective, but Maeve didn’t pull away.

She was still too stunned to react, too busy trying to piece together the whirlwind of revelations. The whole ‘fake relationship’ she had impulsively crafted with Lily was unraveling in ways she couldn’t have anticipated.

As they reach the room she shared with Lily and two other female coworkers, Elian told her, "You’ll be staying with me at the penthouse suite during the retreat."

Maeve’s head snapped toward him, her mouth parting in shock. "Wait, what?"

"I think you'll find it’s far more comfortable than any other room here. Besides, it’s already been arranged." His tone made it clear that there was no option in the matter, and something about the finality of it made Maeve’s pulse quicken.

Before she could protest or question further, Elian grabbed the handle of her suitcase and led her out of the room, and they began walking toward the elevator. As they approached, the doors slid open, revealing none other than Ryan and Vicky standing inside.

What a nasty coincidence.

Ryan’s face was pale, his posture stiff. He looked like he hadn’t recovered from the shock of learning Maeve’s relationship with their boss. He gave Maeve an awkward, almost guilty glance, but didn’t speak.

Vicky, on the other hand, was practically radiating jealousy. Her lips pressed into a tight line as she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes shooting daggers at both Maeve and Elian.

“Oh, this is convenient,” Elian said with an undercurrent of amusement as he stepped into the elevator, holding the door open for Maeve. “I didn’t realize we’d have such pleasant company.”

As the elevator doors closed, the silence stretched on.

Vicky finally broke it, her voice sharp. “So, this is where the real CEO hangs out, huh?” she sneered, her gaze flicking to Maeve. “I bet she’s thrilled.”

Maeve stiffened at the jab, but inside, she danced with victory in mind. ‘Oh, this is better than I expected. Somehow.’

Elian smirked, “I think you’re mistaken. I’m not here to flaunt anything. But, then again, there’s a certain charm as the heir of the very company you worked at.”

Vicky’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t respond immediately, clearly caught off guard by Elian’s nonchalance. Ryan, still pale, took a small step back, his hand resting uneasily on the edge of the elevator.

Maeve could feel Elian’s presence beside her, his calm confidence acting as a shield against the tension in the elevator. Despite all of this, deep down, she was still in shock. Perhaps even no better than Ryan.

Yet, the next thing coming out of her mouth was a whisper of, “Kiss me.”

The words hung in the air like a challenge.

And before she could even fully comprehend what she had said, Elian was already turning to her with a look that was both reassuring and wickedly amused. His gaze locked onto hers, striking blue eyes darkening into midnight hues with an intensity that made Maeve’s breath hitch in her throat.

In an instant, his hand was at her waist, pulling her closer, the coolness of the elevator contrasting with the heat radiating between them. Maeve felt a shiver run through her as Elian lowered his head, his lips barely grazing hers as if savoring the moment before making it real. His fingers brushed against her cheek, and the world seemed to shrink around them.

The noise from the rest of the elevator – the soft hum of the elevator’s mechanics, the strained silence of Ryan and Vicky –faded into nothing.

Then, without a word, he kissed her.

It wasn’t just a kiss.

It was a slow, deliberate claim, his lips pressing against hers with a sensuality that made her dizzy.

He angled his head slightly, deepening the kiss, his hand cupping her face gently as if he were memorizing the feel of her skin. Maeve’s heart pounded in her chest, her entire body coming alive as his tongue brushed against hers, tasting her in a way that felt both new and incredibly familiar.

The kiss wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t reckless. Every movement was calculated, every touch designed to send electric currents through her.

He didn’t rush. He didn’t pull away. He simply kissed her with an intensity that left her breathless.

Meanwhile, behind them, Ryan and Vicky stood frozen in the elevator, utterly speechless. Ryan’s face had drained of color, and his mouth hung open in stunned disbelief. His eyes flicked from Maeve to Elian, unable to process the reality unfolding before him. His fingers twitched at his sides, as though he wanted to reach out or say something, but he couldn’t.

He was paralyzed.

Vicky, on the other hand, looked like she had swallowed a bitter pill. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips twisted into a tight, almost ugly sneer as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. She opened her mouth as if to protest, but no words came out. Instead, she just glared at Elian and Maeve, her jealousy and frustration bubbling to the surface.

But Maeve wasn’t concerned with them.

Not now.

Not while Elian’s kiss consumed her every thought.

The kiss lingered, as if time itself had decided to hold its breath.

Eventually, Elian pulled away, his lips brushing against her ear in a soft, teasing whisper. “That was just the beginning.”

Maeve’s chest heaved, and she was sure her heart was about to leap out of her ribcage. Her face flushed, a combination of shock, excitement, and something deeper she wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

Before she could fully recover, Elian winked at her and straightened, turning his attention to the still-silent Ryan and Vicky. His gaze flicked over them with mild amusement.

"I believe we’re at your floor now," he said casually, his tone so effortlessly smooth that it almost made the tension in the elevator even more unbearable.

Ryan opened his mouth but didn’t speak. Vicky’s gaze shot daggers at Maeve, her face pale with a mixture of envy and disbelief.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, but neither Ryan nor Vicky moved, their eyes still locked on Maeve and Elian as they stepped out. The air in the elevator was thick with discomfort, but Maeve was too caught up in the rush of emotions Elian’s kiss had stirred in her to care.

As they walked out, Elian’s arm brushed against hers, and his voice dropped to a low murmur. "You really wanted that, didn’t you?"

Maeve, still reeling, could only nod, her heart racing as the elevator’s doors closed.