Mr. CEO // c.h //

Chapter Eight

Athena P.O.V.

I want to direct my full attention to one thing and one thing only: work. Work, work, work. Work.

Calum's last words wouldn't let my mind concentrate. I had my mind and heart thinking about it all day. I was starting my second cup of coffee and another two hours focusing in this Financial stuff. But I couldn't. Well, I can't.

I've been quiet since I saw him and I'm afraid that when Elle finds out, if she doesn't know already, that I'm planning being friend with her rival, she won't talk to me for a good damn time after arguing that I'm not for his likes.

I don't want to be friends with him, allowing him to ruin my friendship built from many years now with my best friend. It actually hurts me just to realise that I'm falling for him, that I don't forbbid my feelings growing deeper inside of me, letting him to occupy every thought and every minute and second of the day.

After god know's how time I tried to say focused, failing successly, on this paper, I went to bed and started having dreams with the boy which love was forbbiden.

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The next morning I woke up even more tired and stressed than before and texted Elle to tell Ricky that I wasn't feeling to great and couldn't finish my work at the time it was previst. She texted me back within a few minutes.

From: Elle Best Friend ❤
No needs to be worried. Ricky just said to relax and finish it whenever you feel better. Am I too stupid if I ask you what happened?

To: Elle Best Friend ❤
I'm just feeling a little bit tired, stressed and have an awful headache. Haven't gotten up from the bed yet. No needs to be worried too. X

From: Elle Best Friend ❤
I need to stop texting now, running late for a video conference at the Company. I call you when I'm free. X

To: Elle Best Friend ❤
Okay. X

Staying a little bit in my bed, I turned my phone off and decided to get out of bed. I had a shower, wore some joggers and a sweater and went to the kitchen. Mum wasn't at home by now and I started to see some places online. I'm growing tired of being some weight at my mother's shoulders and it was the right time to move out. After all, she doesn't live forever.

I actually found a place that I was interested. It was near of my work and near of my current house. It is small flat, but definitely good enough for one person. I took notes of the address and the contact of the agent responsible for it. Hopefully, I might get it.

My room was a mess. Yesterday's clothes all around the floor and shoes wherever they want. My desk was full of papers and notebooks that cointain some specific financial stuff that I have in mind to keep it until I don't need it anymore.

It took me some time to tid it all and when I finally started to clean the desk, the last thing I looked at was a coral notebook and very old. That was when it all clicked. My journal. I was looking for it since ages, honestly, and now that I found it, this is the time to read it and start all over again.

That journal was a gift from my ex-boyfriend, Derek. We were very close and although we had to broke up, the memories of both of us still made me smile. It was impossible to forget that someday that boy was once my boyfriend. We wrote in it together, it was made of sincere and pure feelings that we shared and that made our lifes when we were younger.

We were fearless, we didn't care about what the others thought and remembering that our love was forbidden, is like living a deja vu now. There is a difference between that time and this time. I wasn't any longer strong, and being afraid was now a part of my life.

I read the first pages... and like I said before, memories come flying throught the time and that words were only my way to feel happy again.

I spent almost the rest of the day reading it, and when I finished it, I had the idea of buying one and start making a journal again. It might be stupid that me, a 20 years old woman writing a journal, but we must be honest and realize that a notebook turns to a journal when we put all our feeling and thoughts writed down and it was the best way too to feel lighter.

I wrote all of what was going on in my mind, the feelings I have been hiding from everyone and the sadness that everyday "storms" in my life, a feeling and a state of mind that makes me company wherever I go.

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"C'mon Athena, I can't be here and wait for you anymore!" Derek shouted. We were currently shopping our formal dress and tux to our prom. I was literally excited that this day had finally come and Derek was too, although he does hide his feelings better than anybody I knew.

"I'm coming." I said, walking to him wearing one of the dresses that I chose. "What do you say about this one?"

"It is beautiful. You should buy that one, can we go now?" He answers.

"Do you really think so? I kind of feel that this dress shows more than I wanted my curves."

"It is beautiful." He said. "You are beautiful."

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I woke up crying. It was awful the feeling of loss. I loved that guy. And when I thought that I was getting over it, this stupid emotions came back and stayed in my heart, a place that they get used to love. It was earlier, making me getting up of the bed and having a shower. I wore my normal work's clothes and launched to my bag my notebooks and... my journal. Who knows if I will need it today.

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Hello guys, I hope you're all well and hope you enjoy this chapter too.

I've been working on it since I last updated and although it is short, I want to make it better and try new types of writing.

It is the first time that I wrote a dream and I think it is good.

Make sure to comment and vote. I would like to read whatever you have to say about this story... and sorry about all of the mistakes.

Love you all. x

P.S. I imagined Derek as Brenton Thwaites. :)