Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 6

The voices were so loud, Yvonne could hear every word through the closed door.

She came from a blended family. Years ago, her mother had married Robin Zade—a man with a shabby old apartment—just so the two of them would have a roof over their heads.

But Robin and his daughter never let them forget it. They used that tiny apartment as leverage, constantly reminding Yvonne and her mother that they were just freeloaders. Yvonne’s mom worked multiple jobs to make ends meet, trying to keep the peace at home.

Yvonne’s tuition was covered by student loans, and she scraped together her living expenses with part-time work. Even after she started working full time, most of her paycheck went to supporting her mother and, inevitably, Robin and his daughter too.

Yet, in their eyes, she and her mom were still nothing but parasites, living off their generosity.

Yvonne clenched the dress in her hands, her pale face a mask of restrained anger. She wanted nothing more than to charge out there and confront them.

Then she heard her mother’s meek voice: “Yvonne will behave this time. She always does.”

Like a bucket of cold water dumped over her head, Yvonne’s anger fizzled, leaving her feeling drained.

Her mother was so timid, so stuck in her ways. Even if Yvonne tried to drag her out of this mess, she doubted her mom would ever leave.

Forget it.

She changed into her dress and left the apartment, her face blank and unreadable.

Only when she stepped out and descended the stairs did she finally feel like she could breathe again.

When she arrived at the café, Yvonne sat across from her date—a balding, chubby man. She glanced at the photo on her phone, then back at him.

“Um… is this really you?”

He chuckled nervously, scratching his head. “Yeah, that was me. Five years ago, when I was a bit slimmer.” Sitting across from such a beautiful woman, he looked both embarrassed and bashful.

Yvonne forced a smile. She’d been catfished, plain and simple.

She couldn’t help but marvel at how time seemed to have fed this guy nothing but junk food—and stolen most of his hair in the process.

“Hi, I’m Jonas. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, still smiling sheepishly. “You probably already know my situation. I heard you’re twenty-six. Not exactly young anymore. My mom says women your age have trouble having kids, so I hope we can settle down soon.”

Yvonne’s smile faded, her brow creasing.

Oblivious, Jonas kept rambling. “The house and car are paid off, so it’s not really possible to add your name. My mom says we can give you a good luck sum—six thousand in cash as a wedding gift—but you’ll have to bring it back to our family. She also wants your family to handle renovating the house, so you’ll feel more involved. I’m an only child, and my mom insists we need to have a son. After we’re married, you won’t need to work—I’ll take care of you.”

Maybe it was the first time he’d been set up with such a beautiful woman, but Jonas was trying his best to sound gentle. Unfortunately, every word he said hit Yvonne’s nerves like a hammer.

A sharp, cold laugh cut through the awkward silence.

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