The Domineering Female CEO

I fumbled through my phone, searching for Elvis's number. My hands trembled as I dialed, my mind racing with thoughts of Eliana and our explosive argument.

Elvis answered on the first ring. "What's up, Xavier?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Eliana's making me go crazy, Elvis," I said, my voice shaking. "We had a huge fight, and she just walked out on me."

Elvis's tone turned serious. "What happened, man?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "It's a long story, but basically, Sofia showed up at my hotel room, trying to seduce me. Eliana saw her and jumped to conclusions. Now she thinks I'm cheating on her."

Elvis whistled softly. "That's a mess. What do you need me to do?"

I hesitated, unsure of what to ask for. "Just talk to me, Elvis. I need someone to talk to."

Elvis's voice turned serious on the other end of the line. "Xavier, remember when I warned you about Sofia? I told you she was trouble, that she had a reputation for causing problems in relationships."

I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. "Yeah, I remember. But I didn't think she'd go this far."

Elvis sighed. "You should have listened to me, man. Sofia's got a history of manipulating guys to get what she wants. And now, she's driving a wedge between you and Eliana."

I felt a surge of anger towards Sofia, but also towards myself for not being more careful. "What am I supposed to do now, Elvis? Eliana won't even listen to me."

Elvis's voice was calm and rational. "You need to give her space, Xavier. Let her cool down and process everything. Then, you need to have a calm and honest conversation with her. Tell her everything, from Sofia's arrival to Eliana's departure. And most importantly, listen to her concerns and feelings."

Despite Elvis's words of caution, I found myself dialing Eliana's number repeatedly. I couldn't help it – I needed to talk to her, to explain everything, to make her understand.

But every time I called, Eliana declined. My calls went straight to voicemail, and I was left with only my thoughts to keep me company.

I felt a pang of frustration and desperation. Why wasn't she answering? Didn't she want to talk to me? Didn't she want to work things out?

I tried calling her again, but she declined once more. I slumped back against the couch, feeling defeated and helpless.

Elvis's words echoed in my mind: "Give her space, Xavier." But it was hard to do when all I wanted was to talk to her, to make things right.

Eliana's Pov

Days turned into weeks, and I successfully avoided Xavier's calls and messages. Royalty tried to intervene, urging me to give Xavier a chance to explain himself, but I refused to budge.

I was still hurt and angry, and I didn't know if I was ready to forgive Xavier. I needed time and space to process my emotions and figure out what I wanted.

Just as I was starting to feel like I was getting my life back on track, I received a notification from Elvis. They were done filming and would be leaving Sky City tomorrow.

I sent Elvis a quick message wishing him a safe journey. He responded with an apology, telling me how sorry Xavier was for what had happened. Elvis encouraged me to try talking to Xavier, to hear him out and see if we could work things out.

I agreed, but I had no intention of calling Xavier. I was still hurt, and I didn't know if I was ready to forgive him. I needed more time, and I wasn't going to let Elvis's words guilt me into talking to Xavier before I was ready.

Few months later

Few months had passed since the incident with Xavier and Sofia. I had thrown myself into my work, determined to prove myself to the board of directors and make a name for myself in the business world.

And I had succeeded. I had closed a major deal with a foreign company, one that had made headlines in the financial press. I had proven myself to be a shrewd and capable businesswoman, and I had earned the respect of my colleagues and superiors.

As I sat at my desk, reading the latest news articles about my deal, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had come a long way since the days when Xavier and I were together, and I was grateful for the opportunity to focus on my career.

But as I scrolled through the news articles, I came across a headline that made my heart skip a beat: "Xavier McKinney Wins Film God Award and Lands New Movie Project".

I felt a pang of sadness and regret. Xavier had moved on with his life, and it seemed like he was doing better than ever. I, on the other hand, was still trying to pick up the pieces of my broken heart.

I took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts aside. I had my career, and I had my pride. I didn't need Xavier McKinney to make me happy.

Xavier's POV

I stood on the stage, clutching my Film God award tightly in my hand. The applause and cheers of the crowd were deafening, but my mind was elsewhere.

I thought about Eliana, about the way things had ended between us. I thought about the pain and the hurt I had caused her, and the regret that still lingered in my heart.

I looked out at the sea of faces in front of me, but I couldn't help feeling empty inside. This award, this recognition, it was all just a hollow victory without Eliana by my side.

I took a deep breath and began my acceptance speech, trying to push aside the thoughts of Eliana that still haunted me. But as I spoke, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had lost something far more valuable than any award or accolade.

After the ceremony, I was mobbed by reporters and fans, all clamoring for a piece of me. But as I smiled and posed for photos, I couldn't help feeling like I was just going through the motions.

My mind kept wandering back to Eliana, wondering what she was doing, if she was okay. I had tried to reach out to her after our breakup, but she had shut me down, refusing to even speak to me.

I sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of my regret. I had messed up, and now I was paying the price. But as I looked out at the crowd of people cheering for me, I knew that I had to keep moving forward, no matter how hard it got.

Eliana's pov

Royalty burst into my office, a bright smile on her face. "Eliana, guess what? Elvis is coming to visit me in Sky City!" she exclaimed, barely containing her excitement.

I forced a smile onto my face, happy for my friend's good fortune. "That's amazing, Royalty! I'm so happy for you."

But as I looked at Royalty's beaming face, I couldn't shake off the pang in my chest. It was a familiar feeling, one that I had been trying to ignore for months.

Royalty noticed my expression and her smile faltered. "Eliana, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice soft with concern.

I tried to brush it off, but Royalty's eyes saw right through me. After a moment of silence, she asked the question that I had been dreading.

"Eliana, why do you refuse to give Xavier another chance? He loves you, and he's sorry for what happened. If the situation were reversed, Xavier would have forgiven you by now."

I looked down, unable to meet Royalty's gaze. I didn't know how to explain my feelings, or why I was still hurting. I just knew that I wasn't ready to forgive Xavier, not yet.

Royalty's expression was sympathetic, but also slightly frustrated. She knew me too well, and she knew that I was being stubborn.

After a moment of silence, Royalty stood up and left my office, leaving me to my thoughts.

Xavier's POV

I exited the conference room, exhausted from a grueling series of interviews. My publicist, Aubrey, approached me, a hint of a smile on her face. "You nailed it, Xavier. The press is eating it up."

But as I turned to leave, a reporter shouted out, "Xavier, what's your relationship status?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Eliana and I... our situation was complicated. We hadn't spoken in months, and I didn't know if we were still together. But something about the reporter's curious gaze made me say, "Married."

The words felt strange on my lips, but I couldn't take them back. As I walked away, I wondered if I had just lied to the world, or to myself.

Aubrey caught up to me, her voice low. "Xavier, are you sure? That's a big commitment."

I nodded, trying to convince myself. "I am. I'm waiting for her to come around."

But as I looked out at the city skyline, I couldn't shake the doubt creeping into my mind. Was I really waiting for Eliana to come back, or was I just holding onto a hope that was slowly fading away?

Eliana's Pov

I slumped back into the seat of the car, feeling drained and emotionally exhausted. The driver, a kind-faced man with a gentle smile, glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "You okay, miss? You look a little down."

I forced a weak smile onto my face. "I'm fine, thank you. Just a long day."

As we drove through the city streets, I began to scroll through my phone, trying to distract myself from my thoughts. But as I scrolled, my eyes landed on a video that made my heart skip a beat.

It was an interview with Xavier McKinney, and he looked more handsome than ever. His piercing blue eyes sparkled as he smiled, and his chiseled features seemed to leap off the screen.

I felt a pang in my chest as I watched him talk, his voice low and smooth. He was discussing his latest project, and his passion for his craft was evident in every word.

As I watched, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. What had happened between us? Why had we let things fall apart?

As I watched the interview, my eyes fixed on Xavier's response when asked about his marital status. His voice was low and sincere when he said, "Yes, I'm married"

As I arrived at my apartment, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Xavier's words had stirred within me. His acknowledgment of our marriage had awakened a glimmer of hope, a spark that I thought had long been extinguished.

I walked over to the window, staring out at the city skyline as I replayed Xavier's interview in my mind. His voice, his words, his expression – everything about him seemed so sincere, so genuine.

For the first time in months, I felt a sense of longing, a desire to reconnect with the man who had once been my everything. I wondered if it was too late, if the wounds of the past could ever be healed.

As I stood there, lost in thought, I realized that I had a decision to make. I could continue to hold onto my anger and my hurt, or I could take a chance and reach out to Xavier. The question was, what would I choose?

Xavier 's pov

I woke up with a pounding headache, the memories of the previous night's drinking binge still hazy in my mind. I had hoped that drowning my sorrows in whiskey would numb the pain of Eliana's silence, but it seemed to have only made things worse.

As I slowly sat up in bed, my phone caught my eye. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for Eliana to call me, to reach out and forgive me for my mistakes. But so far, there had been only silence.

I felt a pang of desperation in my chest. I would do anything to make things right with Eliana. I would shamelessly run back to her, begging for forgiveness and promising to do better in the future.

The thought of living without Eliana was unbearable. She was my everything, my reason for being. Without her, I was just a hollow shell of a man, going through the motions of life without any purpose or passion.

I threw off the covers and got out of bed, determined to find a way to win Eliana back. I would do whatever it took, no matter how humiliating or difficult it might be. I just had to make things right with her.