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

It was pointless to ask Raymond anything when he’d already made up his mind. That’s why I stayed silent during the drive, my mind racing, and remained quiet as he closed the hotel door behind me.

The hotel was luxurious, with stunning views, and a fancy jacuzzi just a few paces from the bed. But I barely registered it. My thoughts were too jumbled, too frantic. What did he really want from me?

Raymond removed his suit jacket and tie, walking past me without a word, heading to a desk nearby where his laptop already sat waiting.

“It’s late. Go to sleep,” he said nonchalantly, settling into the chair and powering up his laptop.

I blinked, still unsure whether to believe what I’d just heard or continue questioning his intentions.

Perhaps sensing my confusion, Raymond glanced up from his screen, his eyes locking with mine. “I need to contact an overseas partner. Go to sleep,” he said, his tone a little more insistent.

“Okay…” I replied, trying to sound calm, but even I could hear the uncertainty in my voice.

I eventually settled onto the bed, forcing myself to stay alert, trying to figure out what Raymond had planned. But exhaustion got the better of me, and I drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I knew, I woke up still in the hotel room, tucked under the blanket.

"You’re finally awake," Raymond’s voice broke the silence. He was sitting at the desk, typing away on his keyboard—deep in work.

"Go shower. Breakfast is on its way," he added, picking up his phone to call room service. "I’m taking you out today."

"Raymond—" I started to protest. His actions were confusing me.

Was he trying to make up for something? Was this part of his game? My mind raced, and doubts began to creep in, until he asked the next question.

"Did you change your phone password?" he asked, his eyes locking onto me, as if I owed him an explanation.

Then it clicked. Last night, he’d been trying to access my phone, no doubt attempting to dig into my life. This was still part of his tactic, his way of trying to win me over with "apology money" after I’d rejected his ten thousand dollars.

"I did," I replied flatly, not bothering to give him more of an answer.

Without waiting for his reaction, I stretched my arms, waking up fully. Then I made my way to the shower.

Once I got through whatever he had planned for today, I’d be done with him for good.

*

"You always told me you wanted to visit Mousey Park with me," Raymond said, a hint of frustration in his voice as he handed me an ice cream he’d just bought from a booth. "I took the day off, took you on various rides, but you seemed bored the entire time."

I accepted the ice cream cup without a second thought, my mind drifting.

As I took a moment to reflect, I realized he was right—I hadn’t felt anything today. The park was filled with visitors, despite it not being a national holiday, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to our quiet stroll from one ride to the next.

We barely exchanged words, moving mechanically from one attraction to another.

This was supposed to be the most romantic day I’d dreamed of spending with Raymond. Had I always imagined it like this? So… hollow?

A bitter pang settled in my chest. I wished I’d realized it sooner.

I glanced up at the sun, filtering through the shadows of the park’s cafeteria area.

“Well, today’s been hot…” was all I could manage to say before Raymond’s attention shifted.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through the screen with focused intent.

The softening of his expression was enough of a sign for me to know who had called: Valentine.

“Wait for me here, I’m going to the bathroom for a bit,” Raymond said, already stepping away from me without a second glance.

I shrugged, finishing my ice cream, and settled into a quiet patience, waiting for the next hour to pass. As expected, Raymond didn’t return.

I could only wonder what he was doing with Valentine, and the thought gnawed at me.

Once again, I was reminded that I should have walked away from him long ago.

With a sigh, I grabbed the bag I’d been carrying since yesterday and left the park.

I headed straight for a mailing service, opting for the fastest delivery method to send the signed documents along with my resignation letter to HR.

Once that was done, I went to Raymond’s house, packed up my suitcases, and made my way to the train station.

I waited for about an hour for my train to arrive. By the time it was 7 PM, I turned my phone back on, only to be greeted with a barrage of notifications.

Raymond’s ID appeared first in the flood of notifications—over 200 messages from him alone.

I didn’t bother to open any of them. Instead, I quickly typed my final goodbye.

[We’re breaking up.]

As soon as I hit send, another notification from him chimed in, but it was soon silenced. I removed my SIM card and replaced it with a new one.