My Ruthless CEO Boss Made My Life Miserable — Until He Discovered My Secret Identity
Part 3
“She is my girlfriend,” Tyler announced, his voice echoing off the polished mahogany walls of the executive office.
Megan froze, her breath hitching as his fingers tightened slightly around her waist.
Heather Brooks stopped dead in her tracks, her manicured hand dropping to her side in shock.
She stared at Megan with wide, critical eyes, taking in her simple blouse and sensible heels.
“Your girlfriend?”
Heather repeated, her tone dripping with intense skepticism.
“Yes, Mother, my girlfriend,” Tyler said smoothly, not missing a single beat.
He pulled Megan a fraction closer, the warmth of his chest pressing against her shoulder.
Megan forced herself to stay perfectly still, terrified that any sudden movement would shatter the illusion.
“You expect me to believe that you are dating a junior designer?”
Heather asked, narrowing her eyes.
“I do not expect anything, I am simply telling you the truth,” Tyler replied, his jaw set in a stubborn line.
Heather scoffed, crossing her arms over her expensive silk blouse.
“You have never mentioned her before, not even once during our Sunday dinners.”
“We prefer to keep our personal lives private,” Tyler countered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Megan felt a bead of sweat roll down the back of her neck.
She knew Tyler was a formidable CEO, but watching him effortlessly lie to his own mother was entirely different.
“What is her name, then?”
Heather demanded, taking a step closer to inspect Megan.
“Megan,” Tyler said, his voice softening just a fraction as he spoke the name.
Heather scrutinized Megan for a long, agonizing minute.
Megan forced a polite, trembling smile onto her face.
“It is lovely to meet you, Mrs.
Brooks,” Megan managed to say, her voice miraculously steady.
Heather let out a sharp, dismissive sigh, clearly unhappy with the sudden development.
“Fine, but I expect you both at the charity gala next month,” Heather snapped, turning on her heel.
She marched out of the office, the heavy oak doors slamming shut behind her.
The moment the latch clicked into place, Tyler released his grip on Megan’s waist.
Megan stumbled forward, putting a safe distance between herself and her imposing boss.
“What was that?” she demanded, turning to face him with wide, frantic eyes.
Tyler adjusted his suit jacket, his expression completely unreadable.
“A temporary solution to a permanent annoyance,” he stated, walking back behind his massive desk.
“You cannot just claim I am your girlfriend without asking me!”
Megan argued, her hands balling into fists.
“It worked, did it not?”
Tyler pointed out, pulling a file from a neat stack on his desk.
“She left, and she will stop pushing that CEO’s daughter on me for at least a few weeks.”
Megan stared at him, genuinely bewildered by his sheer audacity.
“I am your employee, not an actress you can hire to play your fake girlfriend,” she said firmly.
Tyler leaned back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin.
“I will double your bonus for this quarter if you keep up the act when my mother is around.”
Megan’s jaw dropped at the casual offer of thousands of dollars.
“No,” she said, shaking her head adamantly.
Tyler raised a dark eyebrow, clearly surprised by her refusal.
“Triple the bonus, then,” he offered, as if negotiating a simple corporate merger.
“It is not about the money, Mr.
Brooks,” Megan said, crossing her arms defensively.
“Then what is it about?” he asked, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
“I already have a boyfriend,” she lied smoothly, the image of Orion flashing through her mind.
Tyler went completely still, his hands dropping flat against the smooth surface of his desk.
“A boyfriend?” he repeated, his voice dropping a full octave.
“Yes, and I am incredibly loyal to him,” Megan lied further, defending the man she had never actually met.
“Is he the reason you were smiling at your phone during the board meeting yesterday?”
Tyler asked.
Megan felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks.
“My personal life is none of your business, sir,” she replied stiffly.
Tyler stood up slowly, leaning his palms against the edge of the desk.
“Who is he?”
Tyler asked, a strange intensity burning in his dark eyes.
“He is someone who actually cares about my feelings,” Megan shot back, unable to stop herself.
She turned on her heel and marched toward the exit, desperate to escape the heavy tension in the room.
“Megan,” Tyler called out, his voice oddly soft.
She paused with her hand hovering over the brass doorknob.
“Take the rest of the afternoon off, you have earned it,” he said quietly.
Megan did not look back as she pulled the door open and stepped out into the busy hallway.
She practically sprinted toward the elevators, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.
The moment the metal doors slid shut, she pulled her phone from her pocket and typed a frantic message to Orion.
“My boss just tried to hire me to be his fake girlfriend.”
The little typing bubble appeared almost instantly on her screen.
“What did you say?”
Orion asked.
“I told him no, obviously,” Megan replied, leaning against the cool metal wall of the elevator.
“Why did you say no?”
Orion pressed.
“Because I would rather spend my time talking to you,” she typed, her thumb hovering over the send button before she finally pressed it.
The elevator chimed, signaling her arrival at the ground floor lobby.
Her phone buzzed as she stepped out into the bustling atrium.
“I am glad you said no,” Orion replied.
A wide smile spread across Megan’s face as she walked out into the bright afternoon sunlight.
The following Monday, the atmosphere in the office felt entirely alien.
Megan arrived fifteen minutes early, expecting to find a fresh stack of revisions waiting on her desk.
Instead, a steaming cup of artisan coffee sat perfectly centered next to her keyboard.
She glanced around the open floor plan, but her coworkers were all engrossed in their own monitors.
Brian, Tyler’s stoic assistant, walked past her cubicle holding a sleek tablet.
“Mr.
Brooks requested that you review the new supplier contracts at your earliest convenience,” Brian said politely.
Megan blinked, staring at the perfectly brewed latte.
“Did he leave this?” she asked, pointing a hesitant finger at the paper cup.
“He noticed you usually purchase that exact blend from the cafe downstairs,” Brian replied before continuing down the aisle.
Megan slowly sank into her ergonomic chair, utterly bewildered.
Tyler Brooks was a man who fired people for using the wrong font on a presentation slide.
He did not buy coffee for junior designers.
She tentatively took a sip, the warm vanilla flavor sliding perfectly over her tongue.
Later that afternoon, the department head called an emergency meeting in the main conference room.
Megan slipped into a chair near the back, pulling out her notepad to take minutes.
Tyler walked into the room a moment later, the usual sharp edge missing from his posture.
“The logistics company handling our physical displays has filed for bankruptcy,” the department head announced grimly.
A wave of panicked murmurs rippled through the assembled design team.
“They are holding our current inventory hostage until their liquidation is processed,” he continued.
Megan frowned, realizing this meant her entire winter collection would miss the launch deadline.
“I have already handled it,” Tyler interrupted, his voice calm and authoritative.
The room went dead silent as everyone turned to look at the CEO.
“What do you mean, sir?” the department head asked cautiously.
“I purchased the logistics company this morning,” Tyler stated, adjusting his cuffs.
“You bought an entire shipping fleet just to release our inventory?” a senior designer asked in disbelief.
“They were exploiting their warehouse workers and mismanaging funds,” Tyler said smoothly.
He shot a brief, almost imperceptible glance toward the back of the room where Megan was sitting.
“I simply restructured their management, our displays will arrive on schedule tomorrow.”
Megan stared at him, her mind racing back to the complaint she had made to Orion just two nights prior.
She had spent an hour venting about how terrible the logistics company was treating their frontline workers.
It had to be a massive coincidence, she told herself firmly.
Tyler dismissed the meeting, and the room quickly emptied out.
Megan lingered behind to gather her scattered notes from the long table.
“Is the coffee to your liking?”
Tyler asked, stopping right beside her chair.
Megan jumped slightly, clutching her leather portfolio to her chest.
“Yes, thank you, sir,” she managed to say, avoiding his intense gaze.
“You mentioned you prefer a lighter roast, I will keep that in mind,” he said quietly.
He walked out of the conference room before she could even formulate a proper response.
Megan practically ran back to her cubicle and snatched up her phone.
“My boss has been replaced by a pod person,” she texted Orion.
“He bought me coffee and completely saved our project without yelling at anyone.”
Orion’s response came a few minutes later, tinged with a strange tone.
“Maybe he is finally realizing how valuable you are to the company.”
“Or maybe he hit his head on his mahogany desk,” Megan joked back.
“Give the man a chance, people can change,” Orion suggested.
Megan stared at the screen, a deep frown creasing her forehead.
Orion had spent the last month agreeing with every terrible thing she said about Tyler Brooks.
Now, he was suddenly playing the devil’s advocate for the ruthless CEO.
She shoved the phone into her purse, deciding to focus entirely on the upcoming winter launch.
The day of the winter launch showcase arrived with a flurry of chaotic energy.
The main atrium of the building had been transformed into a sprawling gallery to display the new designs.
Megan hurried across the polished marble floor, carrying a large box of promotional materials.
The displays Tyler had rescued were finally being erected in the center of the room.
A massive, heavy glass shelving unit was the centerpiece of the entire exhibition.
Megan knelt beside the structure, carefully arranging the intricate physical models on the lower tiers.
The atrium was loud, filled with the sounds of drills and shouting contractors.
She did not hear the frantic warning shout from the installation crew near the ceiling.
A sharp, terrifying crack echoed above the general din of the busy room.
Megan glanced up just in time to see the heavy support cable snap loose from its ceiling mount.
The massive glass structure tilted dangerously forward, gravity pulling the entire unit down toward her.
She froze, her mind completely blanking as the heavy glass descended in slow motion.
A sudden, violent force slammed into her side, knocking the breath completely out of her lungs.
Megan hit the hard marble floor, sliding several feet across the polished stone.
A deafening crash shattered the air as the glass unit slammed onto the exact spot where she had been kneeling.
Shards of thick glass exploded outward, raining down like glittering shrapnel across the atrium.
Megan gasped for air, her ears ringing from the massive impact of the fallen structure.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, coughing through the thick cloud of white dust rising from the debris.
Tyler Brooks was lying motionless on the floor just three feet away from her.
A heavy steel support beam was resting awkwardly across his left forearm.
“Tyler!”
Megan screamed, completely forgetting his formal title in the panic.
She scrambled across the glass-covered floor, ignoring the sharp shards biting into her palms.
Tyler groaned, his face pale and contorted in obvious pain as he tried to sit up.
Several contractors rushed over, quickly lifting the heavy steel beam off his injured arm.
Megan knelt beside him, her trembling hands hovering over his ruined suit jacket.
Blood was already soaking through the expensive gray fabric of his sleeve.
“Are you okay?”
Tyler rasped, his dark eyes frantically scanning her for any injuries.
“I am fine, you pushed me completely out of the way,” Megan cried, her voice cracking with raw emotion.
“Good,” he breathed out, his head falling back against the marble floor as his eyes slid shut.
Paramedics arrived within minutes, loading Tyler onto a stretcher and rushing him out the front doors.
Megan followed right behind them, completely ignoring the protests from the building security guards.
She rode in the back of the ambulance, her hands clutching the edge of the metal gurney.
Tyler remained conscious but quiet, his gaze locked intensely on her face the entire ride.
The emergency room doctors whisked him away the moment they arrived at the hospital.
Megan sat in the sterile waiting room for two agonizing hours, staring blankly at her blood-stained hands.
Brian finally appeared, his usually immaculate suit looking slightly rumpled from the rush.
“The doctors said it is a clean break, they are casting his arm right now,” Brian informed her gently.
Megan let out a shaky breath, burying her face in her hands as relief washed over her.
“He wants to see you,” Brian added, gesturing down the long white hallway.
Megan stood up on shaky legs and followed the assistant to a private recovery room.
Tyler was sitting upright in the hospital bed, his left arm encased in a stark white fiberglass cast.
He looked exhausted, his hair messy and his dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar.
“You should not have done that,” Megan said softly, standing awkwardly near the foot of the bed.
“You were standing directly under a falling building, Miss Fisher,” Tyler replied dryly.
“I could have moved,” she argued, though they both knew it was a lie.
“I protect my employees,” Tyler said, echoing the exact words he had used the night he saved her from Craig.
Megan walked closer to the bed, her eyes tracing the heavy lines of exhaustion on his face.
“Thank you,” she whispered, the profound gratitude heavy in her chest.
Tyler reached out with his uninjured right hand, his fingers lightly brushing against her wrist.
“I am just glad you are safe,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the pulse point on her arm.
The air in the sterile hospital room suddenly felt incredibly thick and warm.
Megan stared down at him, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs for an entirely different reason now.
A loud buzz broke the heavy silence between them.
Tyler’s smartphone, resting on the bedside table, lit up with a bright notification.
Megan glanced down out of pure instinct.
The lock screen displayed a message banner, the text clearly visible in bold black letters.
“I am at the hospital, my boss just saved my life and I am so scared.”
Megan froze, all the air rushing out of her lungs in a single, silent gasp.
That was the exact message she had sent to Orion while sitting in the waiting room ten minutes ago.
She slowly raised her eyes, staring at the sleek black phone sitting next to Tyler’s right hand.
Tyler followed her gaze, his face instantly draining of whatever color it had left.
He snatched the phone off the table and flipped it over, but it was far too late.
Megan took a slow step backward, her mind struggling to process the impossible connection.
“You,” she breathed out, the single word hanging in the tense air.
“Megan, please let me explain,” Tyler said, his voice laced with genuine panic.
“You are Orion,” she stated, the pieces violently clicking together in her shocked brain.
The coffee she liked, the logistics company getting bought out, the sudden change in his temper at work.
He had known exactly who she was this entire time.
“How long have you known?” she demanded, her voice rising in pitch.
Tyler swallowed hard, gripping the edge of his thin blanket.
“Since the night you canceled our first meeting because your boss made you work late,” he admitted quietly.
“You knew it was me, and you still made me stay until midnight redoing perfect files?” she shouted, the betrayal burning hot in her chest.
“I was angry that you lied about having a boyfriend when I thought you were just a gold digger sent by my mother,” he argued weakly.
“I did not lie, I was talking about you!”
Megan yelled, tears of frustration finally spilling over her cheeks.
“I know that now, but by the time I realized it, I had already treated you terribly,” Tyler pleaded, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
“You sat there reading my messages, listening to me complain about you, and you played along!”
Megan felt sick to her stomach, the sheer scale of the deception washing over her.
“I wanted to tell you the truth, but I was terrified you would quit and never speak to me again,” Tyler confessed, his dark eyes pleading for her to understand.
“You are right, I never want to speak to you again,” Megan snapped, turning toward the heavy wooden door.
“Megan, wait!”
Tyler called out, wincing as he tried to stand up with his broken arm.
She ignored him, pushing through the door and breaking into a full run down the long hospital corridor.
She did not stop running until she was safely inside the back of a yellow taxi, sobbing quietly against the cold leather seat.
The next two weeks at the office were excruciatingly painful.
Tyler returned to work with his arm in a black sling, his face locked in a permanent, grim scowl.
He did not yell at anyone, he simply stared blankly at his monitors and signed paperwork in absolute silence.
Megan avoided his office like it was a contagious disease zone.
She submitted her designs through Brian and took her lunch breaks across the street to avoid running into Tyler in the cafeteria.
Her phone remained completely silent; she had blocked Orion the moment she walked into her apartment that terrible night.
Her mother, completely oblivious to the heartbreak, cornered her in the hallway of her apartment building on a Friday evening.
“I arranged another date for you,” Nancy announced cheerfully, holding up a sleek restaurant brochure.
“Mom, I told you I am done with blind dates,” Megan groaned, unlocking her front door.
“This one is different, he specifically asked to meet you at that fancy Italian place downtown,” Nancy insisted, following her inside.
“I am not going,” Megan said firmly, dropping her purse onto the kitchen counter.
“If you do not go, I will assume this imaginary online boyfriend is ruining your life and I will delete your dating profiles myself,” Nancy threatened dramatically.
Megan rubbed her temples, a dull headache pounding behind her eyes.
She missed Orion terribly, despite knowing exactly who he was behind the screen.
She missed the late-night conversations, the shared jokes, the feeling of being completely understood by someone.
“Fine, I will go to the stupid dinner, but this is the last time,” Megan relented, too exhausted to fight anymore.
“Excellent, wear the blue dress,” Nancy beamed, practically skipping out the front door.
Megan spent the rest of the weekend staring at her ceiling, dreading the impending dinner date.
Monday evening arrived entirely too fast, bringing with it a torrential downpour of cold rain.
She dressed in the blue silk dress her mother had demanded, throwing a heavy trench coat over her shoulders.
The downtown restaurant was dimly lit and incredibly expensive, smelling heavily of garlic and roasted herbs.
The hostess smiled warmly and grabbed a thick leather menu.
“I am here for a reservation under Fisher,” Megan told her, shaking the rain from her umbrella.
“Ah, yes, your party is waiting at table seven near the back,” the hostess replied, leading the way.
Megan followed the woman through the maze of candlelit tables, her stomach twisting into a familiar, nervous knot.
She rounded a large decorative pillar and stopped dead in her tracks.
Sitting alone at the small, intimate table was Tyler Brooks.
He was wearing a dark charcoal suit, his injured arm resting carefully on the white linen tablecloth.
Pinned to his lapel was a single, perfect red rose.
It was the exact identifying marker Orion had promised to wear on their very first canceled date.
Megan stared at the bright red flower, her heart leaping into her throat.
Tyler looked up, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of hope and utter desperation.
He stood up slowly, favoring his good arm, and pulled the chair out for her.
“What are you doing here?”
Megan asked, her voice barely a whisper above the soft jazz music playing in the background.
“I visited your mother,” Tyler confessed, gesturing for her to sit down.
Megan slowly lowered herself into the wooden chair, staring at him in complete disbelief.
“You told my mother about us?” she asked, her eyes darting across his face.
“I told her I was the man you had been talking to online, and I asked for her help to see you again,” he explained quietly.
Megan traced the edge of the smooth wine glass sitting in front of her, struggling to process the information.
The ruthless, untouchable CEO of her company had gone to her mother’s suburban house to beg for a blind date.
“Why?” she finally asked, looking up to meet his intense gaze.
“Because I was a coward, Megan,” Tyler admitted, his voice rough with raw emotion.
“I realized you were Orion the day I hired you, and I was so angry that my mother had almost successfully set us up that I took it out on you.”
He leaned across the table, his uninjured hand resting inches away from hers.
“But then I spent every day watching you work, watching how brilliant and resilient you are, and I fell in love with you all over again in the real world.”
Megan felt a hot tear slip down her cheek, completely ruining her carefully applied mascara.
“You lied to me for weeks,” she whispered, the lingering sting of betrayal still tight in her chest.
“I wanted to tell you the truth a hundred different times, but I was terrified you would look at me exactly the way you did in that hospital room,” Tyler pleaded, his fingers finally brushing against hers.
“I thought you hated me,” she admitted, staring down at their touching hands.
“I have never hated you, not for a single second,” he vowed firmly.
The waiter approached to take their drink orders, but Tyler dismissed him with a brief wave of his hand.
“I know I started this terribly, and I know I do not deserve your forgiveness,” Tyler said, his dark eyes completely open and vulnerable.
“But if you walk out that door tonight, I will respect your decision and I will never bother you again.”
Megan stared at him for a long, agonizing minute.
He had been arrogant, demanding, and utterly infuriating as a boss.
But he had also bought a logistics company to save her project, stepped in front of a violently abusive blind date, and physically thrown himself under falling glass to save her life.
And underneath all of that abrasive armor, he was still the man who stayed up until two in the morning to make sure she felt confident about her designs.
She slowly turned her hand over, intertwining her fingers with his.
Tyler let out a ragged breath, squeezing her hand like it was a physical lifeline.
“If you ever yell at me about a schematic design again, I am quitting on the spot,” she warned him, a small smile finally breaking through her tears.
Tyler let out a low, genuine laugh that completely transformed his stern face.
“I will personally promote you to senior designer tomorrow, and you can yell at me instead,” he promised.
Megan laughed, the heavy weight of the last two weeks finally lifting from her shoulders.
The soft jazz music shifted into a slow, rhythmic melody.
Tyler stood up, holding his hand out toward her.
“May I have this dance, Miss Fisher?” he asked, his dark eyes warm and inviting.
Megan placed her hand in his, letting him pull her up from the wooden chair.
He led her into the small open space near the grand piano, pulling her close against his chest.
His left arm remained tucked safely in the black sling, but his right arm wrapped securely around her waist.
She rested her head against his shoulder, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of his expensive cologne.
“You are a terrible liar, you know,” she murmured into his suit jacket.
“I will never lie to you again, Orion’s honor,” Tyler promised softly, resting his cheek against the top of her head.
They swayed together in the dim light of the restaurant, the rest of the world fading completely away.
The arrogant boss she had despised had finally become the anchor she had always needed.
It had taken a disaster of an interview, a mountain of corporate sabotage, and a shattered glass display to get them there.
But as he pulled her closer, his heart beating a steady rhythm against her own, she knew it was all entirely worth it.
They had started in the dark, hidden behind anonymous screens and typed words.
Now, standing perfectly together in the bright, real world, there were no more secrets left to hide.
THE END
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