Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 25&26
CEO OF MY HEART
Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 25&26
( Love and Lust….)
GENRE : Billionaire/Musical Romance.
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PRIDE HIGH [ THAT SAME NIGHT]
Swimming pool party*
The night pool party was alive.
Music blasted from the speakers. Some students were dancing near the shallow end. A group of girls were taking selfies under the fairy lights. Two guys were arguing over who pushed who into the water. Someone cannonballed into the pool and got yelled at.
It wasn’t quiet.
It wasn’t stiff.
It was chaotic.
Daniel stood on one of the pool chairs dramatically. “PEOPLE! Why are we acting boring? This is a party!”
A few students cheered.
Pinky laughed loudly, flipping her hair. She was surrounded by three girls from class, all whispering and giggling.
Sabrina stood near the drinks table with some mates, but her eyes kept drifting toward Lionel.
Lionel wasn’t really involved with anyone. He stood slightly apart, talking to two guys from the basketball team — calm, controlled, respected but sometimes his eyes ridiculously found themselves on asses.
Eva sat with two quiet girls from her class near the edge of the pool. She smiled when they spoke to her, but she wasn’t fully present.
Because Jeremy was here.
Jeremy was across the pool with a group of boys, laughing at something one of them said. He looked relaxed.
He wasn’t staring at Eva.
He never did.
But sometimes —When he thought no one noticed —His eyes would move.Not to Eva but to Lionel
Lionel caught it,Every time,their gazes would lock for a second.
Lionel looked away feeling guilty about what happened last time they met.
Daniel jumped down from the chair suddenly. “Okay, enough random chaos.”
He grabbed a random plastic bottle from the drinks table and held it up.
“Let’s play a game!”
A few students cheered.
“Truth or Dare!” someone shouted.
“Nooo that’s old!” another student complained.
Daniel grinned. “Fine. Modified version.”
He dragged a small table to the center and placed the bottle on it.
“If it lands on you, you either answer honestly… or do what we say.”
Students started forming a bigger circle now. Some sat on towels. Some sat cross-legged. Some stayed standing.
The energy shifted.
Pinky immediately sat in front. She loved attention.
Sabrina positioned herself near Lionel again.
Lionel sat calmly.
Eva hesitated.
Then sat beside her brother.
Jeremy walked over with the guys he was with.
And instead of sitting anywhere random —He sat directly across from Lionel.Not across from Eva.Across from Lionel.
Lionel noticed.
Jeremy noticed Lionel noticing.
The air between them tightened slightly.
Daniel looked around at the full circle of students now.
“Good. Now this looks like a party.”
One of the girls whispered loudly, “This is going to expose people.”
Pinky smirked. “I hope so.”
Daniel spun the bottle dramatically.
Students leaned forward, some sitting on towels, some dripping wet from the water. Laughter floated in the night air, mixed with music from the speakers.
The bottle slowed.
Turned.Stopped.On Eva.
A loud scream erupted from the circle.
Pinky’s eyes immediately lit up. Sabrina straightened where she sat beside Lionel.
Daniel grinned like he had been waiting for this moment all night.
“Eva,” he said dramatically, “truth or dare?”
Eva felt every eye on her.
She didn’t like attention. Not like this. Not when Pinky and Sabrina were watching her like predators waiting for something to tear apart.
She answered
“Dare.”
The circle exploded.
Pinky leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Oh, this is going to be good.”
Sabrina crossed her legs slowly, watching Eva with clear amusement.
Daniel rubbed his hands together. “Alright. Since you’re feeling brave…”
He glanced at Jeremy then back at Eva.
“I dare you to kiss Jeremy.”
The world went silent.
Even the music suddenly felt too loud.
Pinky’s smile widened instantly. She turned to Sabrina. “Did you hear that?”
Sabrina let out a soft laugh. “Poor thing.”
Eva froze.
Her cheeks flushed immediately, and she looked down at her hands.
Jeremy did not look at her,instead, his eyes shifted to Lionel.
Pinky broke the silence.
“Well? Or was that ‘dare’ just for decoration?”
A few students laughed nervously.
Sabrina added sweetly, “It’s just a kiss, Eva. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
Eva lifted her head slightly.
She hated that tone. That fake sweetness.
“I’m not scared,” she said quietly.
Pinky tilted her head. “Then do it.”
Jeremy finally looked at Eva.
Eva’s heart was hammering so fast she thought everyone could hear it. The circle of students leaned in closer, whispering, half cheering, half gasping.
She swallowed, trying to steady herself, feeling every gaze on her. Pinky’s wicked smile burned into her, Sabrina’s quiet amusement was sharp as a knife, and Daniel was practically bouncing on his heels with excitement.
Eva’s hands trembled as she stepped closer. Jeremy didn’t move, just let her come.
When their lips met, it wasn’t simple.
Her lips pressed softly at first, testing. Jeremy responded almost imperceptibly, tilting his head slightly, letting theirs meet just enough to feel each other.
Their lips twirled together in a slow, teasing dance—soft, fleeting, yet deliberate. A brush here, a gentle glide there, a subtle pull that made her heart hammer in her chest.
The students around them gasped, whispering, frozen in shock. Pinky’s smirk faltered. Sabrina’s jaw dropped. Daniel squealed.
Eva pulled back just enough to catch her breath, cheeks blazing. Jeremy smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.
Lionel and Daniel jammed their knuckles together.
The bottle stopping in front of Eva wasn’t Orchestrated by them.
It was obviously planned by them .
BRUCE’S MANSION *
Bruce instantly regretted throwing the party , more like he regretted inviting Leonard .He secretly clenched his fist.
” Leo.” Aimee softly called , she held his arm pulling him towards her.
Giselle rolled her eyes but she put on a pretentious smile .
” don’t keep Bruce waiting ,” Aimee said with a fake smile which didn’t reach her eyes .
” Thanks for the reminder Aimee ,” Giselle smiled sweetly as she went to Join Bruce on stage.
Aimee held Leonard’s arm possessively as they went to sit together in the VVIP area.
Tate hasn’t stopped smirking since what conspired between Leonard and Giselle right now .
Liam noticed it.
” Did you do something?” Liam asked.
She swallowed.
” No ,why are you asking?” Tate smiled sipping her wine from the glass.
Liam stared at her suspiciously then he looked away with a shrug.
Giselle’s gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Leonard. Her lips curved into that confident, teasing smile he couldn’t ignore.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she said, her voice dripping with charm, “tonight isn’t just about a party… it’s about a new beginning. And some things are just too special to keep hidden.”
The murmurs in the room grew louder. Cameras flashed, but her focus was on Leonard. A faint sparkle of mischief danced in her eyes.
She raised her hand slightly, letting her voice drop to a playful whisper only for him to hear:
“Ready to see what indigo really looks like?”
At that exact moment, the massive LED screen behind her flickered to life. The words illuminated the hall in bold, shimmering letters:
“GISELLE AND BRUCE– BACK FROM HELL
OFFICIALLY RELEASED – STREAM NOW!”
A wave of gasps and applause swept through the mansion. Guests pulled out their phones, scrambling to see the release.
The music was officially released , In less than a minute , She got 900,000 Views.
[Next Day ; PinkPop mansion]
Vincent climbed the stairs his tab in his hand , he has been monitoring Giselle’s new release views since last night , he himself is shocked at the views .
Probably next week she and Bruce are going to sing it live at MET stadium.
Vincent pushed the door open and stepped inside, tab still in his hand. His eyes widened for a moment, surprised—but as always, he quickly masked it with his usual calm composure.
Rumi was sitting cross-legged on his bed, scrolling lazily through her phone, completely unfazed. She looked up, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
“Wow, you look… serious,” she teased, tilting her head. “Monitoring Giselle again?”
Vincent’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I’ve been keeping track of the release numbers,” he said calmly, tab hovering in front of him. “It’s… shocking. Even by her standards.”
Rumi raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly. “Shocking how? You’re acting like she just broke the internet.”
“She’s already trending worldwide,” Vincent replied, voice steady but eyes betraying a hint of awe. “By next week, she and Bruce are likely going to perform live at MET Stadium. That’s huge.”
Rumi swung her legs to the floor, she dropped her phone on the bed and strolled towards him.
” You think I wouldn’t find out .”
” Find out what?’
” Ever since I asked you to be my addiction you’ve been ignoring me , you can’t be my addiction by staying away from me . I want you to be close to me .” Rumi said desperately.
Vincent mouth parted but no words spewed out.
” Am staying with you in the same room, final.” she stubbornly said.
” Or do you want me to back to being a drug addict.” she added jumping on the bed like a child.
Vincent smiled but it didn’t last long.
” Fuck Aimee! If only she didn’t get me addicted ,” she cursed and Vincent’s eyes widened.
” Aimee got you addicted? ” Vincent asked , bewildered.
” When I was chosen as Tate’s replacement , Aimee started feeding me with strange substances , I never knew it was drugs she told me it was to help my throat so I wouldn’t wear out while singing. I later found out they were drugs but it was too late I was already addicted. I was scared to confront her , I didn’t want to get dismissed also,” Rumi confessed .
She felt like a huge burden was lifted from her chest.
Vincent clenched his knuckles angrily.
” Take off your short I want to feel your muscles ,” Rumi winked.
What?
CLIFFORD’S ENTERPRISE*
Leonard sat at the head of the glossy conference table, surrounded by investors and executives. Charts flashed across the screens, numbers and projections filling the room.
“—and with the proposed merger, your ROI will increase substantially within the next two quarters,” one of the analysts explained.
Leonard nodded, listening, his tone calm, precise. “Understood. But we need to mitigate the risks on the supply chain side. That’s non-negotiable.”
The room was tense but professional. Everything was running smoothly—until his phone buzzed quietly against the table.
He checked it.
Short Witch : Let’s have Lunch together at my mansion.
Leonard stood ” Someone important needs me , reschedule the meeting or better still not .”
The analyst clenched his knuckles , rage fuming , Leonard just disrespected him.
Leonard walked directly towards the door , he opened it and stepped out ignoring the murmurs.
His phone rang.
it’s Aimee.
He answered.
” Leo can we….”
He didn’t even let her finish her statement ,he cut the call .
” I can’t keep my short witch waiting!”.
GISELLE’S MANSION*
After she and Bruce music release last night Giselle didn’t go back to PinkPop mansion , that night itself she purchased a new mansion.
She’s in the Kitchen right now trying to Cook something for Lunch , Leonard’s is coming over and she’s freaking out .
She can’t cook.
The noodles she made looks exactly like a yellow soup , she tried making pasta but it got burnt.
The door bell rang .
She didn’t need any soothsayer to tell her who it was .
She left everything she was doing and ran to the large sitting room to open the door .
Revealing Leonard.
“Short Witch! Missing me already?” he said smoothly, stepping inside. Before she could answer, he closed the distance, one hand sliding to her waist, pulling her slightly closer.
Giselle met his smirk with her own, a playful glint in her eyes. “Maybe a little,” she said, letting the corner of her mouth curl teasingly.
Leonard’s gaze flicked around the room, sharp, assessing—but his attention never left her. “I see you’ve been… busy,” he said, voice low, almost dangerous, as he glanced toward the kitchen.
Giselle bit her lip, pretending nonchalance. “Just a little lunch prep,” she said casually. Inside, she was panicking. Noodles boiled into yellow soup, pasta half-burnt—but Leonard didn’t need to know that.
Before she could invite him to see her culinary disaster, Aimee’s sleek black car pulled into the driveway.
Giselle smirked, she had actually anticipated this.
She deliberately Invited Aimee for Lunch .
TO BE CONTINUED.
