Rejected by my ex, Claimed by the CEO

Chapter Four

The following day, I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. The room was still quiet, with only the occasional sound of cars driving by outside breaking the silence. I got out of bed and began to get dressed, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside me.

Gino obeyed his word, arriving at the doorstep at 10 am sharp. He was dressed in a casual but stylish outfit, and he looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine ad. I felt a flutter in my chest as I took in the sight of him.

"Hey," he said with a smile as he handed me a cup of coffee. "I brought breakfast. I hope you like it."

I took the coffee from him, feeling grateful towards him. "Thanks, Gino," I said. "You're going out of your way for me."

He shrugged. "No problem, Harriet. I'm happy to help out a fellow human in need. Now, are you ready to explore the city?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement wash over me. What would the day bring? Would Gino show me around the city, or would we have some other adventure planned?

As we walked out of the room and into the bright sunlight, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity. What lay ahead?

We walked through the city streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis. Gino was a great tour guide, pointing out landmarks and sharing stories about the city's history. I was fascinated by the architecture, the art, and the culture.

As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the way Gino's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled or the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. I felt a flutter in my chest whenever he looked at me, and I wondered if he might be interested in me romantically.

But for now, I was just happy to be exploring the city with him. We stopped for lunch at a quaint little café, where Gino introduced me to his favourite dish, a delicious sandwich filled with cheese and ham.

As we ate, I asked him about his job and what he did for a living. He told me that he was a freelance writer and that he worked on a variety of projects, from articles to books. I was impressed by his talent and his passion for his work.

After lunch, we continued our city tour, visiting museums and galleries and taking in the views of a tall skyscraper. As the sun set, Gino suggested we walk along the river.

As we strolled along the water's edge, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected adventure. Who would have thought I would find myself in this beautiful city, exploring with a charming and handsome stranger?

But as we walked, I noticed that Gino seemed to be watching me more closely than usual. His eyes seemed to be searching for something, and I felt uncertain in my chest.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, trying to keep my tone light.

Gino hesitated before answering. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," he said. "You seem a little... lost."

I laughed, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I'm just fine," I said. "I'm just enjoying the view."

Gino smiled, but I could see he didn't quite believe me. And as we continued our walk, I couldn't shake the feeling that something more was happening beneath the surface.

As we walked along the river, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Gino's words caught me off guard, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was trying to tell me something without actually saying it.

I tried to brush it off, focusing on the beauty of the city and the tranquil atmosphere of the river. But my mind kept wandering back to Gino's words.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, trying to keep my tone light. "I'm perfectly fine. Just enjoying the view."

Gino glanced at me, his eyes searching for something. "I just mean that you seem... distant," he said. "Like something is happening inside your head that you're not telling me."

I felt annoyed, but I tried to keep my cool. "Maybe I'm just tired," I said. "It's been a long day."

Gino nodded, but I could tell he wasn't convinced. "Okay," he said. "If you're sure everything is okay."

We continued our walk in silence, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. I couldn't help but feel like something more was happening beneath the surface, something that Gino was trying to tell me.

As we turned a corner, I saw a group gathered around a street performer. He played a beautiful melody on his violin, mesmerising the crowd.

Gino smiled and pulled me towards the group. "Let's go check it out," he said.

As we watched the performance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. The music was beautiful, and the crowd was entranced.

But as we walked away from the performance, I felt Gino's hand on my arm. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine.

"Harriet," he said, his voice low and husky. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

My heart skipped a beat as I turned to face him. What did he want to talk about? And what did he mean by his words earlier?

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I sensed unease. Gino hesitated, his eyes darting around the room before finally settling on mine. He cleared his throat, and his tone turned formal. "I need to be honest with you. I've been giving it much thought, and I have a proposition for you."

I leaned in, my curiosity piqued. "What kind of proposition?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

Gino's gaze locked onto mine, his eyes burning with intensity. "I'm working at a successful company, and I think you would be a great fit as a receptionist. We could use someone with your skills and... charisma." He paused, his words trailing off as he studied me.

His sudden change in topic took me aback. A job offer? I didn't see that coming at all. I looked at him with a mix of confusion and scepticism.

"A job offer?" I repeated, trying to process what he was saying.

Gino seemed to sense my hesitation and smiled nervously. "Well, I think you would be great at the job," he said. "And I think it would be a great opportunity for you to grow professionally. Plus, it would be nice to have you around me more often."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're trying to buy me off with a job?" I asked, feeling a bit annoyed.

Gino's smile faltered. "No, no, it's not like that," he said. "I just... I think you're a talented person, and I want to help you succeed. And if you're working with me, I'll be able to... keep an eye on you."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he said that. What did he mean by "keep an eye on me"? Was he trying to imply that he wanted to monitor my every move?

"I don't know," I said, feeling uncertain. "I need some time to think about it."

Gino nodded. "Of course," he said. "Take all the time you need. But please consider my offer. I think it would be a great opportunity for you."

I nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed. I didn't know what to make of Gino's sudden job offer or intentions. All I knew was that I needed some time to think about it and figure out what was going on.

As we finished our drinks and left the café, I couldn't help but feel something more was happening beneath the surface. Something that Gino wasn't telling me.