Making the CEO Kneel and Beg: I won’t Let Him Control Me!

The next morning, after struggling through my shower, I noticed Raymond was nowhere in the room—a rare thing for him to be up so early. Hearing noise from the dining area, I didn’t bother calling his name.

Once I was dressed and ready to leave, my gaze drifted to the trash can. There was the bra I’d tossed in there yesterday. I paused, debating whether to bring it up. Finally, I bent down, picked it up without a second thought, and headed out.

On the dining table, a paper bag with the logo of a popular sandwich shop sat neatly waiting. Inside, a carefully wrapped sandwich caught my eye. But as soon as I reached for it, Raymond’s hand slapped mine away.

“That has shrimp in it. You’re allergic, right?”

I froze for a moment, realizing the sandwich wasn’t for me. It was for his precious assistant.

“Here, take mine.” He pushed another bag toward me. “It’s a tuna sandwich. I’m not that hungry anyway.”

That was it. The restraint I’d clung to since yesterday snapped. “I have no such allergies!” My voice cracked under the sting of being treated like an afterthought. “We’ve lived together for years, Raymond. You know I hate tuna. It’s fishy.”

He looked taken aback at first, but quickly shifted to annoyance. “It’s just a sandwich, Anne. Don’t eat it if you don’t like it. Simple.”

He stood abruptly, raising a hand to silence any further argument.

“Whatever,” he muttered. “It’s morning, and it’s going to be a long day. I’m out.” He grabbed the other sandwich bag, then moved to the kitchen island to collect his things—bag, phone, car keys.

“I was going to drive you to work, but clearly it’s better if we go separately to cool off. We need professionalism at the office, right? Can’t do that if we’re both angry.” His words dripped with sarcasm as he head towards the entrance door.

As expected. Fortunately, I had something in hand to get back at him.

“Raymond,” I called, stepping slightly in his way by the entrance. I held up the oversized bra cup and handed it to him. “Could you return this to Valentine? I noticed it was left in our bedroom yesterday.”

His eyes went wide, his mouth half-open as if he wanted to respond. For a moment, guilt flashed in his gaze as he searched my face.

But since I didn’t sound angry, he managed to recover, shrugging as he replied, “I’ll remind her to keep track of her things next time.”

“Sure,” I said with a nod.

I turned away, picking up my own bag and pulling out my phone to order an online cab.

“Hey, about the ride to the office today…” he started, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

“We’re going separately, remember?” I replied smoothly, a slight smile on my face. “You were right—we need to keep things professional. And look,” I added, showing him my phone screen, “my ride’s already on its way, just fifteen minutes.”

I moved to the shoe rack by the door, brushing past him without much interest.

“I’ll head out first. Can you lock up when you leave?” I said, slightly struggling to get my shoes on.

Without waiting for his reaction, I stepped out of the apartment as soon as my shoes felt secure and headed down to the lobby to wait for the cab I’d ordered.

Oddly enough, I felt at ease. Truly at ease.

It wasn’t as though Raymond had ever made a habit of driving me to work in all our years together—not even back in college. He’d always been the type who “likes to keep professional matters separate from personal ones.”

Right. Just like how he’d prioritized Valentine, chauffeuring her to work during her first week on the job.

My smile widened as I spotted my cab pulling up to the drop-off area.

Now that I thought about it, leaving for work on my own wasn’t so bad after all.

I rolled my shoulders, adjusting the sling to make it a bit more comfortable.

Hopefully, today’s work wouldn’t be too chaotic to handle.

I need to hold on for few more days until I my resignation letter got approved.