Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 160

Monday.

Yvonne had taken three days off, and with the weekend, she’d ended up with a five-day break.

“My gorgeous girl, it’s been ages! Is your mom alright? You missed so many days—I was starting to worry that Ms. White had it out for you.”

“My mom’s fine. And whatever trouble Ms. White’s stirring up, it’s got nothing to do with me.”

“Good, good.” Nydia let out a breath of relief, then, without warning, threw her arms around Yvonne in a bear hug.

Yvonne stood tall at five-six, while Nydia, despite her fiery temper, barely reached five-one—practically pocket-sized.

And as usual, Nydia was her mischievous self. When she dove into Yvonne’s arms, her face ended up nuzzling right into Yvonne’s chest.

“Yvonne, you’ve gotten even bigger!” Nydia blinked up at her, awe practically written on her face, and before Yvonne could react, Nydia reached out to cop a feel.

Yvonne smacked her hand away. “Hey, hands off, perv!”

“Oh my God, you used to be a C, now you’re definitely a D! Seriously, everyone’s got a boyfriend and curves, so why am I still flat? Life’s not fair!”

Yvonne couldn’t help but laugh—Nydia really was a menace, and probably knew her body better than she did.

“I’ve just put on a bit of weight lately. Eat more, maybe you’ll grow too.” Yvonne ruffled Nydia’s hair as if soothing a sulking child.

Seeing the look of existential despair on Nydia’s face, Yvonne could barely keep from laughing.

Actually, she had put on a little weight lately. The shirt she was wearing hid it well enough, but it was definitely tighter than usual. Her C-cup bra now felt suffocating.

Even Marico, that troublemaker, had been extra clingy at night these past two days, refusing to let her go—much to Yvonne’s dismay.

“I’m so jealous. Why does everyone get boobs and I’m left with nothing?” Nydia put on a melodramatic wail, making Yvonne want to laugh and sigh at the same time.

Yvonne was about to offer some consolation when Nydia piped up, “I’m so jealous of your boyfriend! Seriously, what size do you think he’d need to be to keep up with our gorgeous, fair-skinned, D-cup beauty?”

“Pfft!” Yvonne was mid-sip and promptly spluttered water everywhere.

She’d never seen another man’s before, but Marico’s was… well, she had no complaints.

Ahem. Her mind was wandering where it shouldn’t!

“Yvonne, don’t space out on me. You’re not daydreaming about something dirty again, are you?” Nydia’s sharp eyes caught every flicker of Yvonne’s expression.

Yvonne flushed and took another gulp of water to steady herself. “Honestly, is there anything in your head besides dirty thoughts?”

“There’s plenty more—want to hear about it?” Nydia grinned, all mischief.

Yvonne didn’t need to ask to know it’d be R-rated.

“You have a boyfriend now, you’ve got that handsome Mr. Hamilton, and meanwhile, this office is the definition of boring.” Nydia flopped dramatically into her swivel chair.

Yvonne kept her mouth shut, not daring to let her face betray a single thought, lest Nydia start guessing all sorts of wild things.

“So now that you’re out of steamy story ideas, maybe you can finally get some work done, you rascal!”

“Grace! You—!” Nydia feigned shock, covering her mouth in mock scandal. “You’ve been reading my stuff?”

“Oh please. Your writing fits your pen name and your personality,” Grace shot her a side-eye, smirking.

Yvonne set down her cup, piecing together plenty from the conversation.

It just so happened that most people were in the break room now, with their desks empty.

Nydia shrugged, coming clean. “Just something to kill time when work’s dull—I write a bit of fanfic.”

He scrolled down—if this had been years ago, it would’ve been banned outright.

Marico exited the page and shot Yvonne a text: Sending me this kind of thing first thing in the morning—are you trying to teach me something?

Yvonne’s go-to move when embarrassed was to act busy.

She wiped down her keyboard and pretended to get to work.

Her phone pinged again. She glanced down—Marico.

She opened the chat and saw the link, along with Marico’s message.

She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth.

She was doomed. She’d just sent her boyfriend a smutty novel.

“Nydia, you’ve ruined me! Ahhh!” Yvonne tried to unsend the message, but it was too late.

Her dignity was in tatters.

She messaged him: Slipped! I didn’t read it, and you’re not allowed to either!

Marico: I read it. Don’t tell me you wrote it—so you’ve been plotting against me all along, huh?

Even the main characters’ names matched theirs.

But as for the content? Not a single innocent word in the whole chapter.

He never would have guessed his bashful, sweet little girlfriend liked this kind of thing.

Yvonne could jump into the Thames and never wash herself clean of this. Her life now had a stain—a big, scandalous one.