CEO'S Secret Baby: A Standalone Surprise Pregnancy Romance - Iona Rose (which ebook reader .txt) 📗

to notice me, but it did teach me something valuable. It taught me that in this world, the rich get more than the poor. The rich get respect… power. They have their own secret little club that stands head and shoulders above the poor. And I knew before I left that school that one day, I would be one of them.

I worked my ass off through college and university, studying business, and the day I left Oxford with a first-class degree in business and management, I started my own business. Now I’m twenty-seven and the CEO of a very successful company and I’m a multi-millionaire in my own right.

Yet, the name Elena Woods reduces me to the poor teen I once was. I can’t take my eyes off the photo on her application. There she is. All grown up. A gloriously beautiful blonde goddess. I should be way past my infatuation but here I am, heart racing and palms sweating. It’s like I’m a teenager again. Only this time, it seems Elena is the one trying to get my attention now.

And she has it.

I stare at her photo. Her hair is wavy and long, her green eyes are sparkling, her skin is flawless. I imagine what it would feel like to run my finger over her full lips. To kiss them, and then to have her kiss her way down my body. Or wrap that sexy mouth around my cock, making my body hers. I imagine plunging into her pussy, fucking her until she’s begging me for more.

My cock throbs and hardens

Jesus! I shake the thought away. The CEO of the company sitting behind his desk with a raging hard on is never a good look.

But damn.

Even just looking at her picture, brings my obsession back to the fore. Hell, who am I trying to kid? It never really went away. When we left school, we went our separate ways, going to different colleges, but she was never far from my thoughts. I dated girls – of course, I did – but none of them were Elena. I carried such a big torch for her, all the other girls felt like second best. No matter what they did or how hard they tried.

Elena had always been perfection to me. She still is.

And… now she just landed right back in my life and reignited a hundred old thoughts, a hundred lost feelings. I know deep inside that this is my chance to do two things. First, to show her I’m not that same jerk who made her life hell in high school. Second, to show her that now we’re both in the same world, maybe, just maybe, I’d be worth her time.

I wonder if she would have applied for this job if she knew I was the one she would be working for. She couldn’t have known. I changed my name when I left school. I decided I wanted nothing from my father. He had abandoned me to my own devices and I wanted to show my mother how much I appreciated the sacrifices she’d made for me. I changed my surname from Winston to Miller.

If Elena had seen the name Ashton Winston instead of Ashton Miller, would she still have sent me her resume? The answer to that is easy: 100 percent… no.

I tear my eyes away from her photograph and look over the rest of her resume. It’s pretty impressive. She went to the University of Warwick and her experience is impressive too. She’s worked as a personal assistant to a CEO in a tech start up for the last two years, which means I can put her resume on the keep pile without having to defend the choice.

I debate throwing some of the other resumes off the pile to increase the chances of Elena being chosen for the job, but a handful of applications going to HR, they won’t be happy. They like choice, plus they’re expecting a lot of applicants – this job comes with a multitude of benefits – and if they only see four or five applicants to choose from, they’ll be looking to widen their scope.

There are other ways to make sure Elena gets this job, and I plan to do whatever it takes to make sure it happens. She’s getting this job if it is the last thing I do.

This is my second chance to get the girl of my dreams.

Chapter Two

Elena

I sit in the waiting area in the entrance lobby of Wave, a multimedia solutions company, wringing my hands while trying to not be obvious that I’m a nervous wreck. I’m the only person in the waiting area, but I know that doesn’t mean anything. There’s no way there aren't hundreds of other applicants for the personal assistant job I’m here to interview for.

I look around me subtly, taking in the ultra-modern monochrome décor and glass where walls should be. I can see people moving around the corridors all around the waiting area. In the corner of the waiting area, a receptionist is sitting behind a large desk with an earpiece. She takes call after call, directing the callers to the right lines without missing a beat. I would hate her job. Even if there’s no client sitting here, with all these glass walls, she must be conscious of the fact she can be seen from almost every direction, so any client walking around the building might be able to see her.

Still, I need a job so badly maybe I can put up with such a goldfish bowl environment. Hopefully, the position I’ve applied for is not going to have me situated at the front like her. But if I have to, I can cope with the glass. It’s really a small price to pay if I get this job. Because my God, do I need it.

This is my third interview and while I was prepared for the last two with dedicated research as soon as I was called