Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61: I owe you an apology

Roman’s POV

I stared at the contracts spread across my desk, unable to focus.

“Fuck.”

I shoved the paperwork aside, the pages scattering across the large desk.

Last night I had acted like a complete ass, and I regretted every second of the demeaning words I had said to her. I wished I could take them back, but it was too late.

All through the night, I had not been able to sleep, especially knowing her room was just a door away from mine. I did not trust myself not to do something even more stupid than I already had. The urge to barge into her room, pull her into my arms, kiss her, and seduce her into forgiving me while I buried myself inside her and made her forget every cruel word I had said had nearly consumed me.

To stop myself from doing exactly that, I had left early to avoid the temptation. To avoid seeing her face at breakfast, the hurt I had put there still fresh and raw.

I had been in my office since six thirty in the morning, thinking work would provide the distraction I needed, as it always did.

But it was not working.

Instead, her words echoed in my mind.

“It gives you a false sense of control and self-worth.”

God, she was right.

I had been jealous of how close she was with Laurent. My possessive instinct had kicked in then, terrified by how much emotion she provoked in me, how much I still wanted her despite watching her with Laurent.

In the past, that kind of feeling was a turn-off, and I would cut the woman off immediately. But Anna made me feel everything. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Desire so intense it bordered on madness. I did not know how to handle it, so I lashed out. I said something hurtful to push her away before she could get any closer, before she could see just how much power she had over me.

I did not do vulnerability. My entire life had been built on control, on keeping everyone at arm’s length where they could not hurt me.

But Anna had somehow slipped past every defense I had, and it scared the hell out of me.

This was new territory. I was navigating blind, and apparently, I was doing a terrible job of it.

I had broken most of my rules last night. No intimate relationships with employees. That rule had always been cardinal and non-negotiable.

If she had said yes when I asked if I could take her right there, I would have. I would have ripped her pants open and taken her against that wall without a second thought. I would have buried myself inside her and made her scream my name until neither of us could think straight.

The memory of her face when she came flooded back. The way her eyes had rolled back. The way her body had seized. The sounds of pleasure that had torn from her throat.

It was all I could think about. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw her. Heard her. Felt her trembling against me.

I needed to exercise control. This could not happen again.

Nothing could ever happen between us beyond last night.

I did not have a heart to give her. I was too broken, too damaged by years of keeping everyone at a distance.

Anna was innocent, no matter how much she tried to claim otherwise with the stories she wrote. She had never been with a man like me. She did not know what came with it. The darkness. The cruelty. The inability to love the way she deserved.

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Chapter 61: Lowe you an apology

She could not handle the real version of me.

I was only going to hurt her, and last night had proven that beyond any doubt.

I needed to put strict boundaries in place. Make it clear that what happened could never happen again. Apologize and move forward professionally.

That was the right thing to do.

Even if every fiber of my being screamed against it.

Before leaving the house, I had asked Thomas to bring her to the office that morning. She had arrived twenty minutes ago, and I had sent word that I wanted to see her.

The knock on my office door came exactly when I had requested it.

“Come in,” I called, my voice rougher than intended.

Anna stepped into my office, and every coherent thought in my head evaporated.

She was wearing one of the dresses I had bought her. A black dress that hugged every curve, the neckline low enough to be professional but high enough to drive me insane with what it concealed.

My eyes traveled down her body before I could stop myself.

I knew what lay underneath now. I had felt the softness of her breasts in my hands, their weight. I had traced the curve of her hips, felt them buck against me when she came.

The memory made heat pool in my groin.

She looked stunning. Professional and put together, but the fire blazing in her eyes was unmistakable. She was still furious.

When she reached my desk and met my gaze, the glare she gave me could have melted steel.

“Sit,” I said, gesturing to the chair across from me.

“I’m good standing,” she replied, her tone ice-cold.

My brows furrowed. “Anna, sit down.”

“No.”

Frustration flared hot in my chest. “Anna, you better sit, or I’ll come over there and make you.”

Damn it. That came out too harsh. I was trying to stay calm, but her defiance sparked something primal in me.

She rolled her eyes but moved to the chair, sitting with deliberate slowness, every movement dripping with reluctance.

I hated when she did that. Rolled her eyes like I was an inconvenience she had to tolerate. It tested every ounce of my control.

Part of me wanted to haul her over my lap and spank her until she learned some respect. Make her count each strike, her ass turning pink beneath my palm.

She had no idea the ways I could punish her.

But I let it go,

I was here to make things right, not worse.

“How did you sleep?” I asked, attempting casual conversation.

She scoffed. “Since when do you care?”

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re alright. You don’t have to be aggressive about it.”

“Aggressive?” Her eyebrow arched. “You dragged me in here at eight in the morning after saying the cruelest things to me last night, and you want to chat about my sleep schedule?”

Fair point.

“I deserved that,” I admitted.

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Chapter 61: I owe you an apology

“You deserve a lot more than that.”

I drew in a deep breath, calming myself, wanting this conversation to stay confrontation-free.

“Can we please get on with why you called me?” she said finally. “Because we both know you don’t do small talk, Mr. Blackwood.”

Here goes nothing.

I leaned forward, clasping my hands on the desk. “I owe you an apology.”

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