CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chapter 97 Bossy Holly

Serena’s POV

"Please, baby. I need you," came his reply, sounding uncharacteristically vulnerable. "I’ll be your good boy." The pleading tone made something in my chest soften. Damn him for knowing exactly how to get to me.

"Fine. 8PM. Don’t be late," I responded, already feeling a flutter of anticipation.

Seconds later, my phone vibrated again. A photo appeared on screen—Ryan’s unmistakably bulging pants, the outline of his hardness clearly visible against the fabric. "Already aching for you," read the caption.

I bit my lip, feeling heat rush to my core. That familiar hunger spread through me like wildfire.

"Missing me already?" I replied, fingers trembling slightly.

"Dying to fuck you. Want to see how much?"

My breathing quickened, fingers hovering over the screen. Damn hormones. Pregnancy had made me so sensitive that just a few dirty words could make me soaking wet.

"What if I say yes?" I finally typed back. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Seconds later, another photo appeared—Ryan’s hand wrapped around his thick cock, the head already glistening. A shiver ran down my spine straight to my thighs.

"All yours tonight, little slut," came his immediate follow-up text.

I was about to reply when Maya burst through the door, causing me to toss my phone down like it had suddenly burst into flames.

Maya frowned suspiciously. "What’s with you? Looking guilty as a teenager caught watching porn."

"Nothing," I said quickly, changing the subject. "Did you need something?"

Maya explained she was seeking refuge. "That woman is a nightmare," she groaned, collapsing into the chair across from my desk. "She’s all tits, no brains. How the hell did she become an executive secretary?"

"What happened now?" I asked.

Maya sighed and detailed Holly’s latest offenses.

"So what you’re telling me is that she’s managed to piss off half our designers in less than a day?" I rubbed my temple, feeling the beginnings of a headache.

Maya nodded grimly. "That’s putting it mildly. She’s been parading around like she owns the place, criticizing everything from our work spaces to the coffee selection."

My hand instinctively went to my belly. "Is it really that bad?"

I’d been cooped up in my office most days, and my team had been deliberately shielding me from stress during my pregnancy.

"Serena, I’m not exaggerating," Maya insisted, using my first name as she always did when we were alone. "The first batch of designs is almost ready for review. What happens when she starts criticizing everything with her zero expertise?"

The project had to come first. Everything else was secondary.

"Get everyone a small bonus and buy coffee for the team to calm their nerves," I suggested.

Maya frowned. "And then what? That’s just treating symptoms."

"Should I talk to Mr. Will? Ask him to recall his secretary before someone throws a coffee mug at her?" Maya suggested, only half-joking.

I shook my head. "No, this project is too important. Let me handle her."

"Are you sure? In your condition—"

"I’m pregnant, not incapacitated," I cut her off with a smile. "Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. Your temper would have you fighting with her in two seconds flat. We can’t risk alienating Mr. Will right now. We’ll handle this tactfully."

Maya reluctantly nodded. "Fine, but if she upsets you, I’m finding someone to teach her a lesson."

I watched her expression shift as I appealed to her ego.

"Mr. Will mentioned you have design training yourself," I continued. "It seems wasteful not to utilize those skills."

Holly straightened up, suddenly interested. "I did graduate from Central Saint Martins."

"Impressive," I nodded appreciatively. "Then I have a proposal. Rather than simply observing, why not assist with some of the preliminary work? It would give you more meaningful involvement in the project."

"What kind of work?" she asked, suspicion battling with curiosity.

"Documentation, coordination between departments, preliminary feedback on technical specifications—the kind of detailed work that requires both design knowledge and administrative expertise."

By the time Holly left my office fifteen minutes later, she was practically beaming with self-importance, clutching a folder of busywork that would keep her occupied and away from my designers for days.

Maya poked her head in after Holly departed.

"What kind of black magic was that?" she asked, incredulous. "She looks like she just got promoted."

I laughed, easing back into my chair. "Just basic psychology. Give someone enough rope to feel important but not enough to hang the rest of us."

"Diabolical," Maya grinned. "And very effective. Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"Too late for that," I teased. "Now, can we please get back to the actual work? I have a dinner date tonight I don’t want to be late for."

Maya’s eyes widened with interest. "With the ex-hubby? Things are looking up, huh?"

I smiled but didn’t answer, my thoughts already drifting to Ryan and our plans for the evening. Despite the Holly drama, today was turning out to be a good day after all.