Changing the CEO

Changing

Rosalie's Point of View

His lips were was the most satisfaction I ever gotten in my life. The way he told me to do things just made me loose control. I wanted him to be in control.
"Hello?!?!" Charlie's voice wakes me up from my thoughts. I still feel his hands on me and his manhood inside.

"Rose,you okay?!"
I stop thinking and walk into a restaurant and sit. "Yes, sorry I couldn't hear you,"I say. "Can you pick me up?"
"What happened? It is 4 in the morning and Nathan should bring you home,"
I sigh. "It went south okay. I don't ever want to date him."
"Oh my, and he looked so handsome but he doesn't deserve my sister then. Are you gonna tell me what really happened?"
I say yes and he agrees to pick me up.
****
Next day

Charlie is widely grinning at me while we sit in my dinner table. My mom is making lunch for all of us.
I whisper for him to stop. He is getting so annoyed! I told him everything. He threatened to publish online the stupid dance video I made to audition for cheerleading back at college.
"Is yellow cheese okay on the burger Rosalie?" mom asks.
"Yeah mother."
She turns to me. Her eyes are sober meaning she is doing well for the time she has stayed. I'm surprise.
"Glad you're better. Charlie can you help me set up the plates?"
He nods and helps her out.
I look down at my phone. Luke hasn't texted or called me. Is he regretting everything?
"Why do you keep looking at that phone so desperately?" mom asks.
I put it back in my jean pocket and say I'm waiting for a package confirmation.
"Yep, I'll bet a big one huh?" Charlie smirks.
Oh my gosh! No. Please don't involve mom into this. I plea with my eyes at him and he nods as an understanding.
"Okay, lets eat," mom says.
As soon as I finish eating and feed Louie, I step out of my place. I put on my black jacket and walk towards the small cafe I always go to. I take the same table Luke and I took when we first got here.
I send him a text: Hi, hope you are well.

I am. Working on something with my dad. Will pick you up in an hour. Be ready.- Luke

My head accerelates by three thousand! Don't start panicking Rosalie! I sigh and look around. The barista is giving me a "what the hell is wrong with you?" look. I awkwardly smile at him and walk away slowly out of here.
I jog back to my place and find no one. A note is on my bedroom door: Will come by tomorrow morning to say goodbye. Mom and I are going back home. Love Charlie. Ps. Don't be a whore, be a fabulous one!! Got you a gift.

What does he mean? I open the door and spot a white box on my bed. How did he get me something so fast?
I open the box and see a beautiful black dress. I get it and see there is shoes to match it.
I smile. Charlie is the best brother ever!
....
I am nervously walking back and forth in the living room. I almost trip on the heels but I am getting less clumsy with all the walking. I check my phone and it is been a hour already. Is he regreting it?
I jump as I hear a knock on the door. Louie immediately goes to the door. He meows.
I open it and see Luke with a dashing office suit. It is a red velvet kind of color. It makes his hazel eyes pop.
"H-hi," I say. I am hiding my body behind the door. I am afraid of what he is going to say.
"May I come in?" he asks. I nod and step aside. Louie runs to the couch and meows at him. I hear Luke chuckle and he lightly pets the cat.
"Are you re-" he stops as he turns to me. His eyes scan me from head to toe. I expect a smirk but he frowns.
"Are you going somewhere else after our outing?" he asks.
"Umm, no? You don't like it?" I ask. I look down at my heart shape dress. I fix my glasses as I look back up. Luke is closer. He reaches for my hand. I take his hand and he pulls me in. "I love it."
I giggle but stop. I don't want to look like a little teen girl. But he is making me feel like one.
He smirks. "I thought you didn't like to dress this way?"
I nod. "My brother gave it to me. I didn't want to look like an asshole and not wear it once."
"Charlie has good taste."
"Trust me, sometimes you want to ask him if he does, like one time-"
Luke kisses me. "Shut up. Let's go."
We arrive to one of the best and fanciest bars of the city. All the time we walked, he hold my hand and while we ordered drinks and food he couldn't stop looking at me.
"How is work?" Luke asks. I sip on lemonade.
"Pretty cool, I was going out with Shayla but-"
"I interrupted your plans?"
I chuckle. "Sort of."
He takes a big gulp of whiskey. I frown. This is his third drink in an hour.
"So do you want another drink?" he asks.
"No, I'm good with lemonade," I answer. "Maybe you should drink some."
He furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
I shrug. "Just calm down on the whiskey. You are driving me back home right?"
He rolls his eyes. "I had a long day okay? I will call you a taxi then."
"Luke, don't get upset," I say.
"I am not," he whispers.
I know he is and he is acting like if nothing happened between us. It is like if he is my boss again.
"Waiter! I need the bill," Luke yells.
The same guy who has been helping us comes and gives him the bill. Luke puts a hundred dollar bill and tells the waiter to keep the change as tip. The waiter jumps and laughs. "Thank you!"
Wow. That is kind.
Luke stands and offers me his hand. I take it and we walk out. It is not even 6pm and I think he is taking me home.
"So guess what my dad did?" he asks. We get into his car. I am a bit scared since he isn't sober and driving.
I ask him what his dad did.
"He named me 'Co-CEO'" like what the hell is that?"
"I don't understand. I thought you wanted to be back to the company,"
"Not like that, I feel like he is making fun of me like if I am little kid,"
"Well at least he is giving you a chance right?"
Luke makes a stop since there is a red light. He rolls his eyes and looks at me. "Yeah sure by giving me a stupid position compared to Daniel. It is like I am being his assistant,"
I frown. "I was YOUR assistant; so what did that make me?"
Luke is becoming a jerk. This doesn't feel like a date at all.
"Don't get emotional. I didn't mean any offense towards you," he presses on the gas pedal and it makes me jump. I grab on my seatbelt. "Slow down!"
Luke listens to me and slows. We are almost to my place. "Rose, why are you acting different?"
Is he kidding me?
"I am not Luke. You are," I answer.
He looks at me. "No this is me."
I don't like it. He isn't this way. He wasn't this way last time.
I look away to the window and stat quiet until we arrive to my place. I quickly get out and go inside the complex.
"Rose!" Luke yells after me and pulls me arm as I am getting on the stairs. "Shit Luke! I almost twisted my ankle!" I push him away and take off the heels.
"Why are you yelling? What the hell is going on with you? You are more paranoid and weird as usual," he says.
I want to cry. This guy is making me stress! I go upstairs and ignore him. I don't want to make this worse.
I hear him behind me. I stop at my door. "Night," I say as I open my door.
"Is this really you?" he asks.
I turn to him. "I am not different. I guess your dad's decision made you grumpy so just leave. Call me when you are calm and sober."
"Don't close-" I close the door and lock it.
He knocks on the door. "Rosalie, open up."
I sigh. "Leave Luke please."
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
He is silent. I wait a minute and see through the peephole of the door. He is gone. I feel a blow to my throat. It hurts.
I feel my cheeks wet. My chest feels heavy.
......
Luke's Point of View

She is clearly not Rose. We shouldn't have had sex. That clearly has affected her. She seemed more attached but not in a good way. She thinks we are a couple. I clearly told her I don't do that.
I get back to my car. My stomach hurts. What the hell? I didn't eat a lot nor I'm drunk.
The pain goes to my chest. It is getting tight.
"Do something idiot," I think. Am I feeling guilt? Why? She was the one being paranoid.
I sigh and look at my watch. It is still early.
I go around and see a flower shop. I go buy her white roses and chocolates. I go back to her place.
I knock once and send her a text.
I'm here. I know you said I needed to leave. I respect that. But I know I was sort of a jerk.

The door opens and she is a mess. Her little  makeup is smeared all over and she is frowning.
"I hate you," she sniffs.
I offer her the gifts. "Let me make it up. I do whatever you want right now."
She takes the roses and she smells them. "Why white roses?"
"I think they are simple but nice to look at just like you,"
Where did that come from?! Nice save.
She lightly smiles. "I wasn't overreacting but I do feel sad. You are acting like nothing really happened."
"May I come in?"
She nods and I sit on the couch. She sits next to me closely. "You don't like me anymore?"
I touch her cheek. "I still do."
"You regret it?"
I shrug. "Not really. But I haven't had a good day. I took on you."
She kisses me. "You said whatever I want?"
Her voice is innocent yet full of lust.
I nod.
"I want to be with you again,"
"Do you want me to be in control?"
She nods.