My Boyfriend Becomes CEO

“Why won’t you acknowledge me in front of everyone?”

Walter asked, cornering me against the wall during a break in the party.

He’d had quite a bit to drink, his eyes were red and puffy, and he looked fragile and upset. His vulnerable state stirred something in me.

I swallowed hard, feeling the pull of desire.

I couldn’t tell him it was because I was considering breaking up with him, worried about rumors affecting his future.

In front of everyone, I was afraid he might actually start crying.

Walter closed in; his flushed, moist lips dangerously close. They looked so kissable.

“Do you not like me anymore?”

His lips were so tempting that I wanted to kiss them.

“Are you bored with me?”

They looked so plump and inviting that I was dying to kiss them.

“Or have you found another guy you like better?”

This was a public setting, so I had to keep it together! But I really wanted to kiss him.

My mind was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, and I couldn’t focus on what he was saying.

Finally, under his relentless questioning, I blurted out, “Because I want to officially acknowledge you as my boyfriend!”

The moment the words left my mouth, I realized my mistake.

Walter froze, his face turning red.

With a dazed look in his eyes, he pulled me close and gave my lips a playful bite.

“Oh, then I’ll be waiting for you to acknowledge me officially,” he said with a goofy grin, resting his head on my shoulder and relaxing into me.

I ran my fingers through Walter's tousled hair and noticed the blush on his ears.

Ah, boys are so easy to manage.

If I weren't around, someone else would probably snap him up.

But when it came to officially acknowledging him as my boyfriend…

It’s not that I didn’t want to give him that.

With Walter drunk and me too tipsy to drive, I called a cab.

While we waited, he kept his arms around my waist, rubbing it gently.

He remembered I was sore.

I leaned into him, enjoying the comfort.

“Wow, you and Walter seem really close,” came a voice filled with envy, breaking our little bubble.

I stayed nestled against Walter and raised an eyebrow at Zoe. “Yeah?”

Zoe took in my face and then smirked.

“Sister, what happened to your lipstick? It looks like a dog got to it.”

I burst out laughing. Well, in a way, it was like a dog had chewed on it.

“Sweetie, haven’t you seen this before? It’s a couple’s lipstick. The other half is on his lips.”

In front of Zoe, I gave Walter a deep kiss, pressing my red lipstick firmly onto his lips. The bold mark was a clear sign of ownership.

With a confident grin, I looked at Zoe.

I’d kept our relationship under wraps to protect Walter’s future, but since he’d openly acknowledged me, I had nothing to worry about.

With my fortune, I wasn’t afraid to keep him close.

Walter seemed to sense the change, tightening his embrace and grinning from ear to ear.

Zoe’s face turned a shade of green.

She plopped down next to me, putting on an exaggerated show of surprise as she said loudly, “Wow, you’re carrying a Hermès bag! What do you do for a living to afford all this? You must be loaded!”

“Just living off my family.”

Her carefully crafted insults and barbs were left hanging awkwardly.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Zoe’s motives were pretty obvious. She liked Walter and was envious of me. Considering how great Walter was, her jealousy was pretty normal. I wasn’t going to let a jealous girl get under my skin.

Realizing that I wasn’t someone she could easily push around, Zoe dropped the act.

She roughly pulled me out of Walter’s embrace and dragged me to a corner, glaring at me. “I know you’re engaged to the Banks family. You have a fiancé, yet you’re still all over Walter. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”