CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

Chapter 10

Finley looked at Bryan like a deer in headlights.

“Your… preference?” She squeaked out.

“But… But those were rumors…”

Bryan smirked at the young woman’s dumbfounded look.

“Didn’t you hear? There’s no smoke without fire.”

After dropping that bomb on his new wife, Bryan turned to leave.

“It’s too late for regret now,” Bryan said as he opened the door and left.

The sound of the door closing snapped Finley back to her senses and she exploded.

“Bryan Turner! Get back here! I don’t care if you like men! We had a deal!”

Scrambling out of bed, she ran to the door and yanked it open. She stomped to where she saw Bryan disappeared to. Only to stop short when she heard his order his assistant to send some men to his place…

For a moment, Finley felt what it was like to be tricked by the big bad wolf.

Did he agree to this marriage just to get her secret recipe? That must be it!

“D*mn you, Bryan Turner!” Finley roared and stomped back to the bedroom, slamming the door shut in a fit of anger.

Bryan stared at the door of his study when he heard his wife curse him and storm off.

Harry stared at his Boss, convinced that the man had completely lost his mind.

“Sir, did you mean what you said?”

Bryan glared at his assistant, “What do you think?”

“Sir?”

banging his head on

want them? You

I don’t lean that way…” He trailed off

“I’m not paid enough for this! What kind of game

now!”

sleepless

the next morning, a loud voice jerked Finley from a fitful

are you

housekeeper flooded her ears. “Don’t you know that Mr. Turner has severe mysophobia? The last woman who attempted to crawl into his bed was tossed out onto the streets. Just keep your head down and work diligently. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died. Forget the boss, I can introduce

It was too late,

out of her mind. There were more important things to do than mope

was time for the

had their eyes on the city, waiting to see who would walk away with the

were after. It was the fame and prestige that came with it. As well as the admission into the elite circles one could only

group. With her wealthy background and good looks,

you will win today!

us little

was already smug. She was the future Mrs. Turner! Those judges will have to bow to her whims if they wanted to continue surviving in an industry

is missing.”

answered, “Oh, could it be your sister, Tricia?

doesn’t know her limits. She was

“Oh… Sorry.”

remembered the harsh lesson she learned. Her head still had a huge bruise from

that the contestant was wrong. That

hadn’t had the foresight to sabotage Finley’s entry, that brat would have had a shot at

that piece of trash! The latecomer is

year…” The girl trailed off when she saw Tricia’s expression turn ugly and hurriedly added, “But

someone in the crowd whispered to her companion, “That may not be true. I heard that Lemon joined the

but any scent she releases will be sold out almost