Miss CEO Is Pregnant For Her Secretary

Mandy

It’s a Dawn new day and this time I have received enough rest and am ready to get back to work. As you know diary, I had a deal with Mr. Baby’s daddy and right now I’m pretty much ready to see how he could impress me, XOXO M. R,” I wrote while giggling to myself whilst getting ready for work today. I’ve been a good girl and had enough rest just like the doctor recommended.

My mind went on to linger at the fact that I haven’t decided on what to do with the baby. I rubbed my stomach, staring at myself through the window as I wondered. Am I really ready for the struggle that comes with having a child? Do I want this for me? What would life look like if I had a baby? Could I mix work and have a child? Why the sudden change in my life now? Why this baby? Why was the universe turning my life upside down? Would it be nice to have someone who would love me as I would love them? Would I be an amazing mother? I thought comprehensively, my mind wandering far, but I shook my head and got my thoughts organized, so I could have a nice day… I got back into getting ready for work and disposed of any thoughts that would lead to overthinking or ruin my day.

**Fast-forwarded**

“Welcome back boss,”

“Good to see you, ma’am,”

“Welcome back, miss” The smiles on their faces when they said it, made my heart leap for joy. I was glad indeed, and I did appreciate every one of them. But one person’s words were what I awaited, as I got to my office. And like you’ve guessed it was Chris.

I settled in and a few minutes later I heard a knock on my door, and I mumbled a “come in” to the person while staring at the files on my desk.

“Good morning boss, or should I say wifey,” the cheerfulness from his voice made me smile, and I couldn’t recall when I bit my lips at the sound of his voice. He dropped the cup of tea on my desk and took his seat smiling at me. He licked his lower lip, staring at me, and taking into notice my every move and expression, whilst I took a sip of the tea.

“Do you like it?” He asked, anxious to hear my response, but I only moved my head, cause I didn’t want to say something and started being awkward or even worse spitting irrelevant details that weren’t a part of the conversation.

” White looks so good on you,” he said and complimented my outfit. At that moment, I got my cheeks heated at the thought of what he had said, even before I was able to say a “thank you” to him.

“So on today’s schedule, we are having a final meeting with Mr. Thomas. Well in respect to the old deal you were trying to get him to sign. I have made reservations for you both in a hotel and have set up a meeting this afternoon by 2 p. m. and if everything goes well, we might bag the deal.” He explained handing over the contract to me, and I briefly went through everything.

“Good job. Remember we leave here 20 mins earlier to arrive there on time,” I added and he took note of it instantly.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Alright then, is there anything else I need to be updated on?” I asked him, well Considering my absence for a few days, I needed to be posted to be back on track alongside everyone else.

“Well there would be a meeting with the designing team and also a meeting with the shareholders too,” he explained, scrolling through the iPad, while I nodded my head mentally taking notes of everything.

“That would be all then,” I asked and he nodded.

“Then you’re dismissed. Just get ready for the meeting with Mr. Thomas,” I added watching him turn his back to leave while I went back to going through the files. When he got close to the door, he stopped immediately. He turned around and stared directly at me, causing me to lift my head and stare back at him, wondering what was going on in his mind.

“There’s one more thing,” he said looking at me. “Okay, what is it?” I asked genuinely.

“Our date this evening, if the deal goes well.” He spoke, and I smiled but it was short, as I recalled his last words.

“And if it doesn’t?” I asked now, trying to know what he meant by that.

“We would still have our date today,” and I smiled, rubbing the neckline of my clothes, and gently massaging my neck, to contain my excitement.

“Okay,” I said simply, hiding the pleasure I felt, and the gleam I had.

“Alright then, I’ll see you by 7 pm 7 pm our date,” he smiled, turned around, and left, shutting the door quietly.

“A date?” I had a date? Damn I can’t wait to see how this goes,” I cheekily smiled, diving back to the piles of files I needed to review before signing.

*

“Thank you so much, Mr. Thomas, I’m so glad we are now partners,” I said and had a handshake with him. Joy in my heart, as the long-awaited and due deal was finally ours. My heart leaped with joy, and the excitement couldn’t be hidden on either of our faces at the table. Mr. Thomas was glad, as he had revealed that he really wanted to partner with my company and he was glad we came to an understanding in achieving these goals together.

“I guess we will drink to that then,” he said and raised his glass up for a toast before the clicking sounds of glasses were heard.

“Congratulations,” Chris whispered to my ears, and I turned to smile back at him, whispering the same words to him too. Because the victory was for everyone at the company, not me alone.

After a few more glasses, we said our pleasantries and started to leave the premises too.

“I guess we are having that dinner after all,” Chris said, as we got to the car, heading straight to the office.

“Oh really? Are we now?” I raised my eyebrows feigning ignorance, when he groaned. He moved closer to my space in the car when the driver started to move the car.

“Wear something hot tonight” he whispered in my ears, and I felt shivers run down my spine, before he went back to his space, staring at the window.

~~Date time~~

I slowly got ready, and picked a see-through dress, when the words Chris whispered to me repeated in my head. I immediately started to take off the dress and Scrabble through my cupboard looking for something that wouldn’t be tamed as “hot” in his eyes or anyone else. I set my eyes on a corset and denim trousers and decided to get dressed in those, while I added a denim jacket to it. I did my hair cutely, wore my heels, and grabbed a purse putting all my necessities in it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and a smirk appeared across my lips. I loved my look, but I had an intention of dressing this way.

“Let’s see how hot you would like this outfit now,” I mumbled to myself, and walked out of my room, giggling at my imagination of how Chris’s expression would be when he sees me in this.

“I’m outside your house,” I received his text while walking down the stairs in my comfy trousers.

“I won’t be staying home for dinner,” I yelled so that my parents could hear me clearly. I rushed down the stairs and quickly got to the front door. I opened it up and walked down to the front porch and there he was standing beside his car in a tuxedo looking so handsome. Gosh, his features were revealing and enticing to the eyes, and I found it hard to take my eyes off his body.

I lifted my eyes and stared directly into his eyes, only to find him staring back at me, but this time checking me out. It was alluring and disturbing at the same time. The look in his eyes held this longing look of desire mixed with affection that got me standing struck at the porch wondering why he looked at me that way.

“What?” I didn’t know when I voiced out rubbing my arms wondering why I felt chills even with my jacket on. But he walked closer to me, not taking his eyes off for a second.

“You look so beautiful. I mean aside from the whole club outfit, corporate wears and all. You still look amazing casual,” he said and I smiled.

“Thank you,” I brushed my hair with my hands backward, blinking my eyes rapidly whilst wondering how he didn’t find my dress inappropriate for a dinner date.

“So you ready for our date?” He stretched out his hands to me, and I took it immediately while he walked me to his car, opened the doors for me like a gentleman, and smiled at me while shutting the door.

“You look lovely,” he said, driving to our destination. He stared back at me, and almost immediately looked in front, earning a little chuckle from me. ” Was annoying Chris shy all of a sudden?” I played with my fingers, thinking vaguely to myself.

We arrived at the beautiful restaurant, and Chris had made reservations in a very good spot for the both of us.

“This way please,” the waiter in charge of attending to us said and directed us to our seats. Chris pulled out my chair for me and smiled at me to sit.

“What would you be having Sir? Miss?” The waiter asked, looking at them, and he looked over at me to make my order.

“Will be starting with wine,” I responded and he took that down. When it was Chris’s turn, Chris had directed him to come as he spoke into his ears, causing me to wonder what he told him, that he didn’t want me to hear.

“Okay, that wasn’t weird at all,” I raised my brows, staring at him, and he burst into laughter.

“Relax, I haven’t done anything bad yet,” he raised his hands in surrender while I chuckled.

“I just told him to get us something nice, cause I know you wouldn’t be making the order for any meal,” he responded proudly, raising his shoulders a bit.

“Oh! So you’re a mind reader, huh?” I exclaimed and laughed a bit, while he shook his head joining in the laughter.

A few minutes later, the meals and drinks arrived, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t wowed. Chris wasn’t playing at all, and I didn’t know how to feel about it. “Was he really chasing after me? Or is he just trying to win this? I silently thought, smiling brightly at him.

“Please enjoy your meals,” he said to me, while I smiled back at him, with a light nod.

*

We were done with dinner, and right now we’re just having dessert and drinks while chatting about the office, the fiasco of our first meeting, the club night, and all. It was nice, and cool that we could laugh about it this way, and probably he might not know it, but it made me feel relaxed.

“What,” I looked at him weirdly, after catching him staring at me.

“Nothing, you’re just so breathtaking,” he said and I laughed hard.

“Can we just get into the car and drop the act,” I slid into the car, while I watched him close the turn, ignoring the comment he made to me.

“What act? Or aren’t I allowed to compliment my date?” He asked immediately if he got into the car.

“Oh, is it a compliment? Touché. And yes you are but I find it funny you’re trying to win yourself over with just one date. It’s just a date, and we had dinner don’t make it into a romantic dinner.” I blasted out, using my hands to demonstrate, while giving him an eye roll.

“Yes, it’s one date. One date where I could meet my true love, one I could get to know you, one I could find a bond, a connection with the person I’m with right now,” he explained, looking deeply into my eyes.

“Don’t get over your head, Mr. Secretary, and there’s no bond, no connection or whatever. Take note.” I managed to say, ignoring his heartwarming statement.

“Thanks for ruining this moment,” he responded.

“My pleasure,” I clicked my tongue at him when he moved closer to me moving his hands around the back of my seat.

“What are you doing?” I said in a low tone, with my eyes wide open staring at him.

“Forming a connection,” he responded and at that moment, I heard the sound of him fixing the seat belt, making me cough lightly when I saw him smile…

“Okay wifey, let’s get you home,” he started the car and drove off.

He drove me back home, and like a gentleman, he got out of the driver’s seat and opened my door for me.

“Let me help with that,” he bent over to my face, the moment he noticed my struggle to get the seat belt off. His hair was close to my face, and I didn’t know when I smelt it, and damn his shampoo smelt great.

“All done,” I heard, bringing me back to reality. I received his hands, and let him help me off the car while smiling a bit.

“Thank you,” I said simply and walked to the front porch.

“Thank you, for letting me take you on a date. I enjoyed seeing you smile and your presence, and the time with you,” he shuttered a bit, getting a little nervous, while I laughed out at how he roughly brushed his hair.

“Relax. It wasn’t so bad,” I told him, with a thumbs up in the air while he laughed too.

“So that means I did great?” He asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. I squeezed my face instead and shook my head, while he groaned at that response.

“I’ll do better next time,” he smiled, looking affirmative.

“There won’t be one,” I rushed to respond.

“There will be cause we made a deal,” he walked to his car, speaking at the modest top of his voice, while I laughed, now standing from beside the front door.

“Goodnight Mandy,” he said sweetly and got into his car.

“Goodnight Chris,” I responded with a low tone, before getting inside…