Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 49&50

CEO OF MY HEART

Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 49&50

( Love and Lust….)

GENRE : Billionaire/Musical Romance.

© Mercy Kingsley

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RUMI’S NEW DUPLEX – NIGHT

The soft glow of warm lights filled the elegant duplex.

It wasn’t as large as Giselle’s mansion, but it was beautiful—modern walls, wide glass windows, and furniture that still smelled brand new.

Rumi had finally done it.

Her own place.

No more living under Giselle’s roof.
Not because they fought—they were still close friends—but Rumi wanted something that was hers.

Her space.

Her independence.

Upstairs, in the master bedroom, the room was quiet except for the faint sound of water running in the bathroom.

Vincent lay stiffly on the bed, staring at the bathroom door like it was about to explode.

His heart was hammering wildly in his chest.

He swallowed hard, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans.

Inside the bathroom, the shower shut off.

Vincent froze.

His eyes widened.

“Calm down… calm down…” he muttered to himself nervously.

But calming down was impossible when Rumi—the same bold, unpredictable girl who had threatened him earlier that day—was in the bathroom.

His mind replayed her words at the café.

“You’re going to get rid of my stupid virginity.”

Vincent groaned quietly and covered his face with his hands.“Why did she say it like that…” he whispered miserably.

The bathroom door finally opened.
Steam rolled into the room.

Rumi stepped out.

Vincent’s brain stopped working.
She wore a loose satin robe, tied casually at her waist, her damp hair falling over her shoulders. Tiny drops of water slid down her neck as she dried her hair with a towel.

She looked completely relaxed.
Meanwhile, Vincent looked like he was about to faint.

Rumi raised an eyebrow the moment she noticed his stiff posture.

“Why do you look like someone is about to execute you?” she asked.

Vincent immediately sat up.
“I—I’m fine!”

Rumi slowly walked toward the bed, studying him suspiciously.“You don’t look fine.”

“I am!”

She stopped in front of him, crossing her arms.“Vincent.”

“…Yes?”

“You’re sweating.”

Vincent wiped his forehead quickly.
“I-it’s hot.”

Rumi glanced at the air conditioner humming quietly in the corner.“Sure.”

Vincent avoided her eyes.

She stared at him for a moment… She clearly understood why he was behaving that way .

Rumi hovered above him, her robe shifting slightly as she leaned closer.

Vincent’s brain completely shut down.
“R-Rumi…” he stammered.

She smiled softly, her teasing expression fading into something more sincere.

“You can still run if you want,” she whispered.

Vincent stared at her.

For a moment, the nervousness in his chest turned into something warmer… stronger.

Slowly, he shook his head.“I’m not running.”

Rumi’s eyes softened.“Good.”

She leaned down slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper near his ear.
“Because I’m not letting you.”

What she did next was unexpected , she grabbed his covk from his joggers , she could feel the veins bulging through them.

She had clearly awakened something in him.

Something raw.

Something he had been holding back for far too long.

Vincent’s chest rose and fell heavily as he stared at her, the nervous boy from earlier slowly disappearing from his eyes.

In its place… something darker.

Something hungry.

Rumi noticed it instantly.

For a split second, her teasing smile faltered.“Vin—”

She didn’t finish the sentence.

Vincent suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her down toward him.His lips crashed against hers.

The kiss was fierce.

Not gentle.

Not hesitant.

All the nervous energy he had been bottling up exploded at once. His hands tightened around her waist as if he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.

Rumi froze for a heartbeat, clearly surprised.

Then a slow smile formed against his lips.

So the quiet boy had claws after all.

Her fingers slid into his hair, gripping it slightly as she kissed him back just as intensely. The air in the room grew hotter with every passing second.

Vincent deepened the kiss, his control slipping more and more as he pulled her closer against him.

Rumi could feel his heartbeat pounding violently through his chest.

She pulled back slightly, her breath uneven as she looked down at him.
“Well…” she whispered, amused and impressed. “Looks like I woke up your inner demon.”

Vincent’s eyes were darker now, his breathing rough.

“You started it,” he muttered hoarsely.
Rumi laughed softly, leaning down again until their foreheads touched.

“Good,” she murmured.“Because I’m not stopping you.”

The next thing that happened still remained a mystery to Rumi .

Her satin robe was already on the floor.

LEONARD’S PRIVATE VILLA — MORNING

Soft sunlight slipped through the tall glass windows of the luxurious bedroom.

Giselle slowly opened her eyes, stretching lazily beneath the silk sheets. For a moment she simply enjoyed the quiet comfort of the room.
Then she turned her head toward the other side of the bed.

Empty.

Her brows lifted slightly.“Leo?” she murmured softly.

No answer.

Giselle sat up, her loose hair falling over her shoulders. A small smile crept onto her lips.

Where did he disappear to this early?

She slipped out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. Minutes later warm water cascaded down her body as she showered, the steam filling the glass walls.

As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, Leonard’s face flashed through her mind.

His sharp eyes.

That calm, intimidating aura he carried.
And the way he looked at her sometimes , like he would devour her whole.

A playful smile tugged at her lips.

If he ran away from the bed this morning… maybe he’s trying to behave himself.

Giselle laughed softly to herself.
Or maybe he’s trying not to kiss me again.

After finishing her shower, she wrapped herself in a soft white bathrobe and stepped back into the bedroom.

The room was still quiet.

Curious, she walked toward the balcony doors and pushed them open.
A gentle breeze brushed her skin.

Then she saw him.

Leonard.

He was in the swimming pool.
Cutting smoothly through the clear blue water with strong, controlled strokes. His movements were effortless, the water rippling around him as he swam from one end of the pool to the other.

Giselle leaned slightly against the doorway, watching him

A slow smile spread across her face.
Well… that explains the empty bed.
Her eyes followed him as he surfaced, water dripping down his hair and shoulders.

Her mind immediately wandered somewhere mischievous.

He really left the bed just to swim?
She tilted her head slightly.

Or is he trying to cool himself down after last night?

The thought made her grin.

Leonard reached the edge of the pool and rested his arms on the side, catching his breath.

Giselle pushed herself off the doorway.
“Morning, Leonard.”

Her voice carried across the quiet pool area.

Leonard looked up smirking.

For a second his gaze paused on her—standing there in nothing but a bathrobe, hair still slightly damp.
His eyes darkened just a little.

Giselle noticed.

And her smile widened.

Oh… he noticed.

She slowly untied the belt of her robe.

Leonard’s gaze sharpened immediately.“Careful,” he said calmly, though there was clear amusement in his voice.

Giselle shrugged lightly.“Why?”

The robe slipped from her shoulders revealing her G string and her waist chain.

She stepped toward the edge of the pool, looking down at him with playful eyes.“Am I distracting you?”

Leonard leaned back slightly in the water watching her , he could feel his little brother rising.

Note : Leonard named his d little brother.

She swam towards him , hovering around him ” You left me alone in the bedroom? Why?” She questioned.

Leonard pulled her closer to him , his hands grabbing the soft flesh of her @ss.

” I needed to cool myself , watching you sleep alone was tempting I almost flipped you over attempting to fuvk you rawly .” Leonard whispered seductively.

Giselle’s eyes widened, it’s happening again …. her puxxy watered.

Not now , not in the pool.

” Should I just let my little brother fuvk you now .”

Giselle froze, her eyes widening. Little brother? What did he mean by that?

Leonard’s smirk deepened, as if reading her mind.“I meant… my d,” he clarified casually, the amusement in his voice unmistakable.

Giselle shook her head, a mix of exasperation and disbelief on her face.
“Such a perv,” she muttered, though a small smirk betrayed her irritation.

Leonard chuckled softly, the glint in his eyes making it clear he was enjoying every second of her reaction.

She tried to move away from his grip , but he was too damn strong for her .

His hands slid down to her panty and he smirked, she was soaking wet …for him .

He lifted the front of her panty , he quickly inserted his fingers to her core.

Giselle’s mouth are wide open , she could feel her own n1pples erected , she slowly wrapped her legs around his torso .

Leonard took it as her ‘go ahead’, he resumed his work which was obviously fingering her puxxy in the water .

” Hmmm….Leo”.

LEONARD’S MANSION — LIONEL’S ROOM

Lionel stepped out of the bathroom, a charming smile on his face, which quickly faltered as he took in Eva’s stormy expression. She stood frozen, her eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and anger, her hand still raised from the stinging slap she had just delivered.

The sound of the slap still echoed in the air, and Lionel’s cheek tingled with the impact. He was taken aback, his mind racing to process what had just happened.

“What the…?” Lionel’s words trailed off as he stared at Eva, his eyes searching for an explanation.

Eva’s anger boiled over. “You think it’s okay to flirt with Jeremy right in front of me?” Her voice was low, but the venom in her tone was unmistakable. “You know he’s the one I like, and you just had to go and flirt with him? Not cool.”

Lionel rubbed his cheek, a mix of surprise, guilt, and defensiveness flooding his face. “Eva, come on… I didn’t mean anything by it. We were just joking around.”

Eva scoffed, her anger giving way to hurt. “Joking around? You call that joking around? You were flirting with him, Lionel. Right in front of me.”

Lionel took a step closer, trying to placate her. “Eva, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think—”

Eva cut him off, her voice rising. “Exactly. You didn’t think. Because if you did, you’d know that’s not what friends do.”

” Lionel I don’t want you hanging around with Jeremy anymore .Cos if you do am gonna kill myself.Trust me .” Eva threatened and walked away slamming the door hard.

Lionel sighed , his phone rang .

He walked toward the bed and picked it up and checked the screen.

JEREMY’S CALLING.

Lionel sighed again , he disconnected the call .

And.

He blocked Jeremy.

[ Evelyn and Jeremy’s apartment , Living Room ]

Evelyn lay on the floor, barely able to move. Her face was burnt beyond recognition, the skin blackened and peeling in ragged strips. In some places, the pale bone of her skull showed through, glaring starkly beneath the ruined flesh.

Her hair was singed and matted to her scalp. Her eyes, wide and bloodshot, darted around the room in blind terror. Every breath she took made her chest rise and fall unevenly, as if her body was protesting the horror it had been forced to endure.

She could barely lift a hand, her limbs trembling, useless against the damage. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room, thick and suffocating, pressing down on her like a weight she could not escape. Evelyn’s body was a ruin, a terrifying reminder of Leonard’s merciless power.

She was trapped on the floor, exposed, broken, and utterly powerless — a shadow of the woman she once was.

Jeremy watched her roll in agony from his room , he was there last night when everything happened.

He can’t help her even though he wants , Leonard threatened him .

Brainstorm, Jeremy quickly called the ambulance .

As Evelyn laid on the floor , her mind went back to the reason why Leonard did this to her .

She sent someone to shoot Giselle , but the person never did .

So who could have shot Giselle if not her ?

STUDIO *

Tate sat on the edge of the studio seating, her eyes fixed on Liam as he moved around, directing the camera, giving instructions, completely absorbed in his work. She wanted to focus on him, wanted to admire how passionate he was about his craft, but her own body had other plans.

A sudden, sharp pain stabbed through her lower abdomen. She gasped, clutching herself instinctively. The world seemed to tilt, the bright studio lights blurring and spinning. She tried to stand, tried to steady herself, but the ache intensified, gripping her like iron.

“Tate?” Liam’s voice cut through the haze, sharp with concern. She looked up, tried to speak, but no words came.
Another wave of pain hit her, hotter, sharper, and she felt her knees buckle.

Her vision tunneled, the studio sounds fading into muffled echoes. Before Liam could reach her, darkness claimed her.

She collapsed, unconscious, her body crumpling to the floor. Liam’s heart jumped into his throat, panic flooding him as he sprinted toward her, grabbing her gently but firmly, shaking her slightly.
“Tate! Tate! Wake up!”

She spat blood from her mouth , multiple times.

Blood oozed out of her V area .

Liam eyes widened.

LEONARD’S VILLA—NOON

The afternoon sunlight spilled across the dining room, glinting off the polished table. Giselle perched herself carefully on Leonard’s lap, her fingers brushing against his as she reached for her glass. She felt a flutter in her chest, still shy despite the intimacy, and pressed a hand to her mouth to hide the small smile that threatened to escape.

“You’ve been quiet,” Leonard murmured, his chin resting lightly against her shoulder. His voice was low, teasing, but there was a sharpness in his gaze, a silent question she couldn’t quite ignore.

Giselle hesitated, her heart hammering. She took a deep breath, forcing the words out like a bitter pill. “There’s something you need to know, Leo…”

She looked down, fighting the swell of guilt and desire clashing in her chest. “I… I was just using you,” she blurted, the lie tasting bitter even as it left her lips. Her fingers twitched in his, and she could feel his pulse against her hand—steady, intense. “I never… I never really liked you. I’m leaving. I need… space.”

Leonard froze for a heartbeat, then laughed—a low, dangerous sound that made her stomach flip. He tilted his head, his dark eyes studying her, glinting with something predatory and possessive.

“You… using me?” he murmured, leaning closer, his voice dangerously soft. “Giselle, you’ve been using me your whole life… and I love it. I want it. Use me. Use me more.”

Her eyes widened. “Leo… what are you saying?”

“I’m saying exactly what I mean,” Leonard growled, his hands gripping her waist, holding her to him. “You could walk out that door, tell me a thousand lies, call it a game—but I don’t care. You’re mine. Every bit of you. Every little trick, every manipulation… I love it. I’m obsessed with you.”

Giselle’s chest tightened. Her own heartbeat thundered in her ears as she tried to pull away, but his hold was firm, unyielding. “Leo… you don’t understand. I—”

“No,” he interrupted, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “I understand perfectly. You think you’re in control, thinking this is about leaving, about games. But I don’t need control—I just need you. Use me, lie to me, run from me… I’ll follow you. Every. Single. Time.”

Her breath hitched, caught between fear, shame, and a strange, undeniable thrill. She hated that he saw through her lies, hated how his obsession made her pulse race. Yet… a part of her wanted him to hold her like this forever.

Leonard’s smirk widened, dark and possessive. “Go on, tell me you don’t like me. Tell me you’re leaving. I’ll wait. I’ll always wait. And when you come back—because you will—I’ll be here. All of me, just for you.”

” What If I don’t come back ? What if I begin to date another guy?” Giselle asked, curious.

Leonard’s eyes darkened instantly. His jaw tightened, and a low, dangerous growl slipped from his throat.

“Then I’ll KILL HIM!!!”

TO BE CONTINUED