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.

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 he helping

that moment, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was safe and that

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

there, watching me leave, with his ocean-green eyes. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just met someone special, someone who might change my life

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 find it in myself to ask

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

Eve! You

up my mind, I saw him walking towards my car. My heart skipped a beat as he approached the window, leaning

make sure you were

me and tell me your name. Please please, please. I don’t wantto sound clingy. I just

“Bye,” he whispered.

away at full speed. This time I didn’t dare to look in the rearview

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 him. Now you know nothing except you met

Aniya was doing

God. Now quit discussing that

they say, Eve. Opportunity knocks only once. Who knows, you might

But it’s not like I’m

have to be looking for one to find it, you know.

eyes, “Love? Are you serious? You and your romantic ideas.

leaned forward 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.”

girl wanted to date and sleep with every hot guy on this planet. This time, I couldn’t deny

of me was already imagining

for now, I focused on enjoying my breakfast with Aniya and trying not

asking me

while taking a sip of my coffee. She

there’s a big market for it in the 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

before I realized that I had to head to

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

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

here for you, no matter what.”

I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I was to have Aniya and Ashley

with them by my side, I knew that I could get

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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 Aniya and Ashley were right. I should put a complete hold on walk in customers and start taking

phone appointments but had to squeeze in our

two men in the seating area, waiting to get a haircut from me. I got finished with the kid and turned to the

do for you today?”

the two spoke up, “I want a haircut.

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

I had a small window of time between appointments. But for that, I needed to sacrifice my coffee break, “Sure, I can do that. Let me just grab my scissors and spray bottle. You have

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 the club, and if he did,