Ouch, My CEO Fiance Fell For His Maid

Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid Chapter 63

63- Feast: My Turn

Sarah pov

When I woke up, my first reaction to the peculiar surroundings was, maybe I was kidnapped and kept in a room. Keith might be living in a nonfancy place, but his bedroom was opposite the exterior of the house.

It was modernly furnished with top–quality wood furniture. A big LED was installed on the ceiling while a high–brand grey colored room fridge was placed in a corner.

“Good morning.” The sleepy voice beside me made me go still and it all started coming back to me. How he started kissing me. How he brought me here to his place and how I came here willingly.

God! We were not even drunk.

And not even for a moment I thought of Justin. The love of my life.

Oh, my God! Wasn’t I engaged to him? Didn’t I just have sex with his best friend on his back?

The thought was enough to make me gag. I sat up straight and realized I was not wearing anything under

the sheets.

“Sarah!” I felt the confusion in Keith’s voice.

“Sorry, Kevin. I need to go.” I tied the sheet around me and got up.

“Did something happen? I mean…” He trailed off when he saw me looking for my clothes, wandering in the room. He was sitting there on the bed silently observing me.

“Nothing happened, Keith Kevin Bernard.” I said without looking at him, “Nothing happened. It’s just that fate is playing with me.”

I found my bra lying under the bed. I hurled all my belongings on my arm and went to the bathroom with the sheet still tightly clutched around me.

“There is an extra toothbrush in there, Sarah.” I heard Keith after locking the door.

“OK!” I answered back and quickly washed my body thoroughly to wipe away the scent of the man. All I wanted to do right now was sit in the shower and cry.

But no. This was not the time. I needed to go back home. I could cry later.

“I hope everything is good!” Keith tried talking to me when I came out of the bathroom. I started brushing my hair with a poker face. I wanted to look presentable while leaving the place. Justin never liked crybabies. And I was not planning to become one.

“Sarah!” He had just touched my shoulder when I shoved away his hand and started scurrying to the door

aggressively.

“Listen, Sarah.” I felt him coming after me, “I know you are disturbed…”

“DISTURBED?” I spun around in resentment, “YOU THINK I AM DISTURBED, KEVIN?” the tears were now flowing down on my cheeks.

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Justin!” I sobbed, “Behind his back and could not keep it in. I …” I cried. Kevin tried to hold me, but I raised

and went out to

was coming after me,

“Do you not realize Keith? Justin is your friend and my fiancé. We just cheated on his back. Do, you get

Justin whose missing

IS MY FIANCE, KEITH!” I shouted at

be lanky but did not

me, “WHY DON’T YOU GET THIS THROUGH

SKULL!”

was now coming out

said tiredly and pulled a

index finger, “Tell me one thing, Sarah.” He pasted a sarcastic smirk on his face, “Have you ever seen Justin this happy?” he paused for a moment, “this responsive…

have an answer to this. Or maybe I did know the answer, but I did not want to

that he has fallen …

raised my hand and turned on

behind me. The same old Keith who had been painfully

Well, I kept walking.

The problem is NOT Justin’s marriage here. It’s not that girl either. Spare her.

out and you will be standing there celebrating my victory.” I nodded at him. He was listening to me silently. Not giving any response, “When she will be out of his life. He will again be mine. You just wait and watch!” I started walking but then turned around, “And

I strolled out

Ashley Walters pov

Justin? I mean without your parents. Does money really buy

the same recliner. His arm was

one.” He touched his lips to my forehead,

and looked up. He gave a quick peck

and he this time removed the loose t–shirt down my

contented.” Brushing his knuckles on my cheek he brought his face closer

How was life at the

missing. The way a child is supposed to get warm and cuddly hugs from his parents. I missed that. That little Ashley inside me yearns for that. I was very little when

teary because his both arms

warm hugs mean that you want this?” He asked me and rolled me over his

he whispered against my cheek and a teary giggle escaped my lips, “tell me. Or should

my bones!” I yelped in his tight embrace and

is not enough.” He pouted

nose tip and then took him by surprise

like a

it, love,” I said fluttering my

night.”

explains why you are behaving so wildly.” He teased me with a straight face and

asked

“You called me… love.”

“What?”

back… You called me, love.” He whispered, “You never called me

and looked into his amber eyes. Shouldn’t he be the one who

love to me?