Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 29&30

CEO OF MY HEART

Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 29&30
( Love and Lust….)

GENRE : Billionaire/Musical Romance.

© Mercy Kingsley

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[Outside Jeremy’s Apartment – 9:00 PM]

The rain started suddenly.

One second the sky was just heavy and gray — the next, it poured.

Water slammed against the pavement in thick sheets, bouncing off cars and soaking everything within seconds. Streetlights flickered against the curtain of rain, turning the night silver and blurred.

Thunder rolled overhead.

Then lightning flashed—

And cut sharply to—

[Inside – Dining Room]
Warm light filled the small dining area.
Jeremy and Lionel sat across from each other at the wooden table, the sound of rain tapping against the windows now a distant background hum.

Evelyn, Jeremy’s mother, moved between the kitchen and dining table, dishing food with a bright, mirthful smile.

“You could have left earlier,” Jeremy scoffed, stabbing his fork into his food. “But you insisted on knowing my place.”

Evelyn froze mid-scoop.

Her smile faded slightly.
“Is that how you treat our rich guest?” she asked sharply, placing the serving spoon down. “Now apologize to him.”

Lionel leaned back in his chair, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

“Apologize to me, Jeremy,” he said smoothly, giving him a playful wink. “Are you waiting for an invitation?”

Jeremy shot him a glare.

“But Mom, I’m your son—” he grumbled.

Evelyn turned slowly and gave him a look that could silence a storm louder than the one outside.

Jeremy immediately lowered his gaze.
The rain continued to fall heavily against the windows.

Lionel rested his chin on his hand, watching Jeremy with obvious amusement.

“Well?” Lionel teased softly.

Jeremy clenched his jaw.

“…Sorry,” he muttered.

“Louder,” Evelyn said firmly from the kitchen doorway.

Lionel’s smirk widened.

Jeremy looked up, eyes narrowing.
“I said I’m sorry.”

Lionel tapped his ear dramatically. “Hmm? The rain must be interfering with my hearing.”

Jeremy dropped his fork loudly.
“You are enjoying this way too much.”

Evelyn cleared her throat.
“Jeremy.”

He inhaled deeply.
“I’m sorry, Lionel,” he said properly this time, forcing the words out.

Lionel’s expression shifted — just slightly — something softer flickering behind the teasing look.
“Accepted,” he replied.

Evelyn bright smile was discreetly replaced with a devious smirk.

CLIFFORD’S VILLA *

[ Leonard’s room ]

Leonard stepped out of the bathroom, a thin trail of steam following behind him.

His hair was damp, a towel slung casually over his shoulder. He wore loose, slightly damp sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and his expression carried that same composed authority he never seemed to drop.

Giselle was still seated on the edge of the bed.

Exactly where he had told her to stay.
Her fingers rested lightly on the mattress.

Leonard paused when he saw her.

A slow, satisfied look crossed his face.
“You listened,” he said quietly.

Giselle lifted her chin slightly. “You said sit.”

He walked further into the room, each step unhurried.

“I also said,” his voice dropped a little, firm but controlled, “that I want to see that indigo waist bead in action.”

Giselle’s eyes flickered for just a second — surprise, then composure.

” You can’t force me!” She narrowed her eyes ,voice sharper.

Leonard stopped and the air shifted
Before he could respond—

A deafening crack of thunder split through the sky.

The windows trembled violently.
The lights flickered.

Giselle gasped.

It was instant.

Her shoulders stiffened, her breath hitching as another loud rumble followed. The confident expression on her face dissolved into something raw — something vulnerable.

Leonard noticed immediately.
Another flash of lightning lit up the room.

She flinched.

Hard.

Her hands instinctively flew to her ears as if she could block out the sound.

Leonard’s expression changed.
“That scared you?” he asked, softer now.

“I—I hate thunder,” she admitted through clenched teeth, trying to steady herself. “Always have.”

Another crack exploded above them.
Giselle shut her eyes tightly.
Her breathing grew uneven.
The boldness she wore like armor moments ago was gone.

Leonard moved without thinking this time.
He stepped closer — not looming, not commanding — just close enough.

Another violent crack of thunder split the sky.
Giselle flinched again, her fingers tightening in the fabric of his sweatpants before she could stop herself.

Leonard didn’t tease her.
Didn’t smirk.

He wrapped his arms around her instead.

Firm. Protective.

He pulled her fully against his chest as another rumble rolled overhead. Her face pressed into him, and he could feel the tremble running through her shoulders.

“It’s just noise,” he murmured near her hair, his voice lower now — not commanding, not demanding. Gentle.

Lightning flashed, bright and sudden.
She buried her face deeper into him.

Leonard’s jaw tightened.

For a brief, irrational second, he felt like stepping outside and fighting the storm itself. Like if thunder had a form, he would silence it with his bare hands.

His palm slid up to the back of her head, holding her there, shielding her as though the sound couldn’t reach her if he covered her enough.

“I swear,” he muttered softly, brushing his lips against her hair, “if I could kill the thunder for scaring you, I would.”

Another rumble echoed, but she didn’t jump as much this time.

His embrace tightened.

“You’re safe,” he whispered.
Her breathing slowly steadied against his chest.

The storm still raged outside.

But inside his arms—
It felt quieter.

Giselle’s fingers, which had grabbed him out of fear, slowly curled more intentionally into his shirt.

Not because she was scared now.
But because she didn’t want him to let go.

Leonard tilted his head slightly, resting his cheek against hers.

The thunder roared again in the distance.

And this time—
He held her even closer.

They stayed like that for some few minutes till Giselle fell asleep on his arms , he gently laid her on the bed , removed her heels and covered her with the duvet .

For a long moment, he just stood there.

Watching her.

His gaze drifted from her closed eyes… to her lips.

Soft.

Tempting.

He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his damp hair.

“Only if you knew,” he muttered under his breath.

Only if she knew how dangerously captivating she was.

How the same girl who challenged him without fear could also look this innocent.

This warm.

This…

He stopped himself.

And Leonard remained there a moment longer—

Trying very hard not to forget how close she had been in his arms.

[Next day , PRIDE HIGH]

The hallways buzzed with the usual morning chaos: lockers slamming, students laughing, and the faint squeak of shoes on polished floors.

Then Lionel and Daniel appeared.

Walking side by side, they moved with an effortless confidence that made heads turn. Conversations stalled mid-sentence. Eyes followed their every step. The usual chatter of Pride High seemed to quiet, if only for a moment.

It wasn’t just their style or looks — it was how they carried themselves. Casual, unbothered, yet commanding. Every movement seemed deliberate, as if the hall itself bent slightly in their favor.

They stepped into the classroom and their eyes widened at the same time.

Eva was proposing to Jeremy in front of the whole class, Pinky and Sabrina are also recording waiting for her epic fail.

” I like you Jeremy , I think am in love with you ,” Eva confessed her cheeks burning red .

Students awed while some of them chanted.

” say yes!”

Jeremy shifted awkwardly glancing toward where Lionel and Daniel stood.

His gaze shifted to Eva ” Am sorry Eva but …”

Before he could continue, Lionel stepped forward, smirking.

“Don’t just reject her,” he said, loud enough for the class to hear. “If you don’t feel the same way, at least go on a date or something. Give her a chance!”

Daniel, chuckled beside him. “Yeah, man. Don’t shut her down too harshly. Pride High isn’t simple — you gotta at least try before breaking hearts.”

Pinky and Sabrina crouched at the back, phones out, ready to record every second. They leaned toward each other, whispering in amusement.

“Bitch!… what are you doing? You just went up there and called yourself out in front of everyone,” Pinky hissed, shaking her head.

Sabrina smirked. “Honestly, Eva, you’re acting like a total bitch right now. You can’t just walk up to Jeremy and drop a confession in front of the whole class. Are you serious?”she laughed ” admit it you’re after his d1¢k ,”

The students laughed while Daniel and Lionel glared at them.

Eva’s face went even redder, mortified. “I… I just—”

“Just what?” Pinky snapped, rolling her eyes. “Just humiliate yourself? Just make a fool out of yourself in front of everyone? Because that’s exactly what you’re doing.”

” She’s the real bitch!”Pinky added glaring venomously at Eva.

Sabrina leaned in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Congratulations, Eva. You just gave the whole class free entertainment. And don’t even start pretending you’re cute or innocent about it.”

Eva swallowed hard, her hands trembling at her sides.

Jeremy ran a hand through his hair, trying to stay composed. “Eva… I just don’t feel the same way. I don’t want to lead you on.”

Lionel raised an eyebrow at her. “See? Told you honesty would do the trick. Painful, maybe… but better than this over-the-top theatrics.”

Daniel chuckled beside him. “Lesson learned, I hope. Pride High isn’t for public proposals, sis.”

Eva groaned, wishing the floor would swallow her whole, while Pinky and Sabrina whispered and giggled, still thoroughly enjoying her misery.

The entire classroom had quieted now, watching Eva’s epic fail unfold — thanks to her own boldness… and the brutally honest commentary of Pinky and Sabrina.

Eva ran out of the class , tears brimming out from her eyes .

GISELLE’S MANSION*

Giselle’s car glided into the driveway, she’s just coming back from she and Bruce’s photoshoot for their new album.

It was hella hectic.

Giselle stepped out her car , she casually adjusted her shades but she froze mid step at the sight in front of her.

A small army of bodyguards surrounded her mansion. Tall, imposing men and women, all dressed in black, standing at every entry point. Their stances were rigid, disciplined, and intimidating.

Giselle’s heart skipped a beat.
“Okay… what the hell is going on?” she muttered under her breath, slowly lowering her shades to get a better look.

A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward from the group. His presence alone demanded attention. He wore a crisp black suit, earpiece in place, and eyes sharp as a hawk.

“I’m the chief of security,” he said calmly, voice steady but firm. “These men and women were sent by Mr Leonard. You are… under his watch.”

Giselle’s jaw tightened. She took a step back, instinctively scanning the surroundings.

“Sent by Leonard?” she echoed, disbelief and irritation mixing in her voice. “Did he… just decide to surround my house with an army?!”

The chief’s expression remained unreadable. “He instructed that your safety is his priority. No one enters without his approval.”

Giselle ran a hand through her hair, the exhaustion from the photoshoot suddenly forgotten. Her pulse quickened.

“Priority? My safety? Are we talking about a regular human being here, or did Leonard suddenly turn my house into a fortress?”

The chief’s lips twitched slightly, as if fighting a smirk. “He said it was necessary. He is very serious about it.”

Giselle’s eyes narrowed. “Necessary… or possessive?”

The bodyguards shifted slightly, their collective presence even more imposing.

Giselle let out a sharp exhale, straightening her back. “Fine. But if anyone so much as breathes near my driveway without my permission, they’re leaving in a body bag.”

The chief nodded once. “Understood, Miss Giselle.”

Giselle’s phone rang , she slid her hand into her purse and brought it out.

It’s a video call.

She smirked when she saw the caller’s ID.

She answered it anyways.

” You look stressed.” Leonard pinpointed.

” I don’t need your body guards I can take care of myself, am not a little girl .” Giselle snapped at him.

Leonard leaned backward on his chair , a teasing smirk appeared on his lips.

” You’re daddy’s little girl , my little girl.” Leonard reminded and she swallowed.

Giselle swallowed , did her heart beat just race?

Her cheeks burned crimson red.

She quickly disconnected the call .

Her phone buzzed with messages.

Leonard: Am coming over tonight , I have a surprise for you.

Vincent : Your Agency CEO has called for a meeting.

Giselle groaned, rubbing her temples as she stared at the endless line of black-suited bodyguards surrounding her mansion.

“This is insane,” she muttered under her breath.

Without another word, she slid back into her car, the leather seat squeaking softly as she leaned back. She started the engine, the vehicle purring to life, and eased out of the driveway with practiced precision.

Her shades hid her narrowed eyes, but the frustration in her jaw was clear.

As she glided away, the chief of security gave a subtle nod.
Behind her, more guards fell into formation, following at a discreet distance. Black SUVs, motorcycles, and men on foot moved silently but purposefully, a shadow army keeping pace without disrupting traffic.

PINKPOP ENTERTAINMENT*

Giselle and Rumi were quietly taking pictures, the sunlight catching the PinkPop posters just right. Aimee sat nearby, arms crossed, lips pressed tightly together, secretly glaring at every click of their cameras.

The door slammed open. Their CEO stormed in, footsteps sharp, eyes blazing.

“Giselle!” His voice cracked through the room like a whip.

Giselle froze for a fraction of a second, then removed her shades, eyes locking onto him with fire.

“I heard… you’re no longer living in the PinkPop mansion,” he growled, every word sharp with anger.

Giselle straightened, stepping forward, heat building in her chest. “And? So what if I’m not living there anymore?”

“And?” His voice rose, cutting. “Do you have any idea the chaos this causes the agency, your team?!”

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Giselle snapped, voice low, dangerous. “And for the record, I don’t need a mansion to run my career. I’m still Giselle — whether I’m in your walls or not.”

Aimee’s hand shot up slightly, voice sharp and biting. “Sir’s right, Giselle! You can’t just throw the rules away because you want to. You belong to PinkPop — whether you like it or not.”

Giselle’s eyes flicked to Aimee, and she let out a low, amused chuckle. “Aimee, always eager to please the boss. Funny, I didn’t realize blind obedience was your specialty.”

Rumi stepped closer, her camera hanging from her neck. “And I’ll have to back Giselle on this,” she said, tone firm. “She’s not wrong. She’s still working, still giving us results — just because she’s not living in the mansion doesn’t mean she’s failing.”

Aimee’s glare sharpened. “You can’t defend this, Rumi! She’s undermining the CEO!”

“Oh, I can defend her,” Rumi shot back, stepping even closer to Giselle.

“Because she’s not afraid to think for herself — something you clearly don’t get.”

The CEO’s jaw tightened, but his eyes flicked between the two sides: Aimee, his obedient ally, and Rumi, fiercely protective of Giselle.

Giselle’s pulse raced, the tension in the room crackling. She leaned slightly toward the CEO, voice low, controlled, but dripping with heat. “I respect you, sir. But I don’t respect being treated like a child. I make my choices, I live my life my way — and if that bothers you, maybe you should rethink your control issues.”

Aimee scoffed. “Wow… bold, Giselle. Real bold.”

Rumi’s grin was sly, eyes sparkling. “Finally, someone giving him fire for fire.”

The CEO’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint hiding behind the anger. His voice dropped, low and deliberate. “You’re testing me, Giselle.”

“I’m not testing you,” Giselle whispered, stepping closer, so close that even Aimee’s eyes widened. “I’m showing you I’m not afraid of you.”

The room seemed to shrink under the heat of the standoff. Aimee fumed, hands tightening, while Rumi stayed unwavering, ready to back Giselle no matter what.

For a heartbeat, the CEO simply stared at her — anger, frustration, and… something else, simmering just beneath the surface.

“Remember this,” he said finally, voice sharp as a knife, “I’m still in charge. And don’t think for a second your defiance will go unchecked.”

“And I’m still me,” Giselle shot back, voice steady, unflinching, eyes locking with his. “Whether you like it or not.”

Rumi let out a small laugh behind her camera. Aimee clenched her fists, lips pressed tight.

The room was on fire — emotionally and physically.

Rumi and Giselle walked away hand in hand together.

Aimee clenched her fists as she watched them walk out together.

She faced the CEO.

” With all due respect sir I can’t cope with Giselle anymore , she’s getting hard to control just like Tate .What we did to Tate let’s do it again , this time it shouldn’t be private but public Instead .”

The CEO nodded.

Aimee flashed a wicked smile then she checked her phone to see if Leonard had replied to her texts .

He didn’t even view them talk more of replying.

Aimee’s eyes brimmed with tears again.

She texted him again.

Aimee: I love you Leonard.

He replied.

Leonard : I didn’t ask you to love me , I think it’s time we broke this silly thing called relationship.

Aimee’s eyes watered.

[ That night , Giselle’s mansion]

Giselle walked out of her room , she’s just wearing a bum shirt which exposed her ass cheeks and a crop top.

She descended the stairs slowly her gaze on her phone , she rose her head and her gaze met with Leonard .

Leonard stood in front of a large picture frame of Giselle on the wall .

Leonard’s gaze scrutinized her from head to say .

He smirked , those hips…..

” Where’s is my surprise?” Giselle grinned closing the distance between them.

Leonard’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk.

Without a word, he began unbuttoning his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. The air seemed to shift around them, thick with tension.

His chest was bare now, muscles flexing subtly as he stepped closer to the large picture frame of Giselle.

Giselle’s gaze flicked up, sharp, curious, and slightly amused, though she didn’t move.

Leonard’s fingers traced the lines of a freshly drawn tattoo across his chest — the ink still dark and striking — and Giselle’s name was written there in bold, flowing script.

He let his eyes meet hers, the smirk never leaving his face. “You see that?” he asked, voice low, controlled, and charged. “That’s permanent… and it’s yours.”

” You’re mad Leo! ,” Giselle laughed amused.

” M: Multiplication of Insanity,A: Addition of Insanity ,D: Division of sanity , yup that’s me I’M MAD .” Leonard smirked devilishly.

Giselle met his gaze steadily, unflinching. “Good,” she said softly, voice low and teasing. “Because I like crazy.”

She wrapped her hands around his neck and he held her waist possessively.

She would use Leonard. Not recklessly, not carelessly — but just enough to make Aimee feel what it was like when someone snatched away someone she thought was hers.

He Pushed her back to the railings ,his hands squeezing her ass cheeks .

Without another word, Leonard leaned in, slowly, deliberately, giving her every chance to pull away. Giselle didn’t.

” Kiss me….daddy ” She whispered seductively.

TO BE CONTINUED