Ouch, My CEO Fiance Fell For His Maid

2- Adonis (Book 2)

My heart started racing as I felt the warmth of his body against mine. I looked up at him, and our eyes locked again. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear.

I swallowed hard, trying to calm my nerves. “Who is still here?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Ha-ha. I had already forgotten about Brian and was asking this man a silly question like a fool.

“Umm. The man? The one who’s been following you,” he reminded me, his voice low and steady. “I’ve been keeping an eye on him, but I think he’s getting bolder. We need to leave now.”

He held me close as he spoke, his hands firm but gentle. I couldn’t help but feel safe in his embrace, even though I had no idea who he was.

“Leave the place! And go where?” I tried to hold my horses in his presence.

Nobody had this kind of effect on me.

“Any place. Where he can’t reach you, Cherie.” He suggested. If he was finding my questions a little absurd, he chose not to remark.

“Okay,” I said, my voice barely audible. “Lead the way.” I could not believe it. Brian was someone who I met at the wedding. He was not so stranger to me.

Yet this man, I knew nothing about. I was trusting him so easily. He released me from his embrace and took my hand, leading me away from the crowded club and towards the safety of some unknown place.

What if he takes me to some secluded place and kills me? Or what if he misunderstands me for a woman throwing herself at him just to get his attention?

What If he offers me to accompany him to his place?

Was I being sensible enough to trust him? Where was he exactly taking me at this hour? Shouldn’t I be going home instead of following him in this madness?

As we walked, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him, taking in the chiseled jawline, the strong arms, and the way he moved with such confidence.

“Where is your home? I can walk with you if it’s nearby. Otherwise, I can drive you home.” Oh! Thankfully, he was not kidnapping me. He was offering, to take me home.

And here I had given myself different excuses that he might be a serial killer or a psychopath.

“I … I work nearby…” I was about to tell him that I worked in the salon but then last minute, I decided to change my mind, “I…” I let out a shaky grin, “I do own a car. So, thank you. I can manage it.”

Oh, God! What was his name? Why was he not telling me his fuc*king name?

Come on Adonis. You Greek God! Tell me your name. Or maybe ask mine.

That would be the perfect opportunity to let him know my name.

“Where is exactly your car?” he ran a gaze around while I was busily watching his face.

I gulped again and pointed near the salon parking where my second-hand, green Honda Civic was parked, “It’s there the green one.”

We reached my car, and he opened the door for me, helping me inside. So, it was good to know that he was not interested in taking me to his place or clinging to me. The man was being a gentleman to accompany me to my car.

I got in the driver’s seat, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement running through me. Who was this man, and why was

I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was safe and that he was the most beautiful

there when I started the engine and started driving away

steal glances at him through the rearview mirror. He was standing there, watching me leave, with his ocean-green eyes. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I

at a snail’s pace, I realized that I made a mistake by not asking his name. I had been so caught up

a pang of

Eve! You

towards my car. My heart skipped a beat as he approached

he said, this time with a small smile on his lips. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” “Uh. I… I am … fine. I am good!” I smiled

please, stop me and tell me your name. Please please, please. I don’t wantto sound clingy. I just want you to find me

“Bye,” he whispered.

and drove away at full speed. This time I didn’t dare to

seem to stop laughing, “You didn’t even ask his name! You called him Adonis and left? I can’t believe it?” “Stop laughing!” I spat. Sitting on the dining table with a coffee mug in my hand, my chin was leaning on my other palm, i “If he was

Aniya was doing the honors of

because he looked like a Greek God. Now quit discussing

alright. But you know what they say, Eve. Opportunity knocks only

“Don’t remind me. But it’s not like

be looking for one to find it, you know. Sometimes love just

“Love? Are you serious? You and your romantic ideas. I’m perfectly

leaned forward and whispered, “By the way set me up with him. I don’t think Marwick

with every hot guy on this planet. This

I wanted to pretend that I didn’t care, a part of me was already imagining what it

now, I focused on enjoying my breakfast with Aniya and trying not to think too much about the handsome

and started asking me about my

straightened, “How is your cleaning company going?” I asked her while taking a sip of my coffee. She just shook

thinking of expanding the business,” Aniya said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “I’ve been doing some research and there’s a big market for it in the neighboring towns.” “That’s amazing,” I said, genuinely impressed. “I’m so proud

longer before I realized that I had to head to the salon. As I

before you go,” she said, grabbing my arm.

It’s been tough, but I’m managing.’ “Great. If that’s the case, I will be needing your car for just a day or two. I can manage for the rest of the days of the week by borrowing it from another friend…” “Oh, crap!” I didn’t let her finish, “Take my car for this week. I can easily manage pick and drop with Mrs. Margret.” “Are you sure?” “Cent percent!” “Good… and thank you,” she

you, no matter what.” “Thanks, Aniya,” I

the salon in her car, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I was to have

with them by my side,

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and he knew nothing about me except that I owned a green-colored car. It was around noon when I got busy with the sudden influx of customers at my salon. Maybe Aniya and Ashley were right.

to take phone appointments but had to squeeze in our walk-in

two men in the seating area, waiting to get a

what can I do for you today?” I asked, looking

want a

other one spoke too, “I won’t be here on weekend, so I had to rush here to get this long due cut. So,

coffee break, “Sure, I can do that. Let me just grab my scissors and spray bottle. You have a seat, sir.” I said to the taller one as I walked

The shorter one was still waiting patiently.As I worked on the man’s hair, I couldn’t help but think of the Greek God I had met. I wondered if he would ever come back to