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.

thrill of excitement running through me. Who

knew was that I was safe and that he was the most beautiful man I had

still there when I started the engine and started driving away at a

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

just being an emotional fool? As I drove down the street at a snail’s pace, I realized that I made a mistake by not asking his name. I had been so caught up in his perfection and his protectiveness that I just could not

and turned off the engine, feeling a pang of regret. Should I go back and ask him his name? Was it

You are a

him walking towards my car. My heart skipped a beat as he approached the window, leaning down

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

name. Please please, please. I don’t wantto sound clingy. I just want you

“Bye,” he whispered.

you, Adonis,” I said and drove away at full speed. This time I didn’t dare to look in the

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 so handsome and you found him so attractive, you should have asked something about

breakfast time and Aniya was doing

a Greek God. Now quit discussing that Adonis and make me breakfast,

what they say, Eve. Opportunity

groaned, “Don’t remind me. But it’s not like I’m looking for a

“You don’t have to be looking for one to

Are you serious? You and

whispered, “By the way set me up with him. I don’t think Marwick is any more interested in me. That Layla Hayat though. Psst.” She clicked her tongue and curved down

date and sleep with every hot guy on this planet.

pretend that I didn’t care, a part of me was

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

subject and started asking

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

neighboring towns.” “That’s amazing,” I said, genuinely impressed. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thanks, girl,” Aniya said with a grin. “I couldn’t have done it without your support. I had been planning it but now at last it will soon be

while longer before I realized that I had to head to the salon. As I got up to leave, Aniya walked

grabbing my arm. “Are you okay? I mean… are you really,

two. I can manage for the rest of the days of the week by borrowing it from

no matter what.” “Thanks, Aniya,” I said, feeling grateful for

her car, I couldn’t help

were my rock, and my support system. And with them

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been one week since I met him. I knew nothing about that man, 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

phone appointments but had to squeeze in

Margret was giving Protein treatment to a girl while I was busy giving a haircut to a six-year old kid. There were two men in the seating area, waiting to get a haircut from me. I got finished with the kid and turned to the two men, who were looking at me expectantly. I walked over to them

can I do for you

the two spoke up, “I want a

to rush here to get this long due cut. So, I was wondering

that. Let me just grab my scissors and spray bottle. You have a seat, sir.” I said to the taller one

couldn’t help but think of the Greek God I had met. I wondered