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.

As 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 he helping me?

But at that moment, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was safe and that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

He was still there when I started the engine and started driving away at a slow speed.

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

was I just being an

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

it. I pulled over to the 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 too

Eve! You are

car. My heart skipped a

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 and started the engine

please. I don’t want to sound clingy. I just want you to find me

“Bye,” he whispered.

said and drove away at full speed. This time I

laughing, “You didn’t even ask his name! You called him Adonis and left? I

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

was doing the honors

because he looked like a Greek God. Now quit discussing that

you

knows, you might never see him

looking for a relationship right now.” Aniya gave me a knowing look, “You don’t have to be looking for one to find it, you know. Sometimes love just

rolled my eyes, “Love? Are you serious? You and your

again, don’t let him slip away. You never know where it might lead.” Being Aniya, she leaned forward and whispered, “By the way set me up with him. I don’t think Marwick is any more interested in me. That

every hot guy on this

as I wanted to pretend that I didn’t care, a part of

and trying not to think

the subject and started asking me about my work at the

me, Aniya.” I straightened, “How is your cleaning company going?” I asked her while taking a sip of

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 of you.” “Thanks, girl,” Aniya said with a grin. “I couldn’t have done it without

to head to the salon. As I got up

you go,” she said, grabbing my arm. “Are you okay? I mean…

okay, Aniya. 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

thank you,” she said, giving me a tight hug. ‘And just remember, I’m always

her car, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I was to have Aniya and Ashley in my life. Both my friends were my rock, and my support

about that man, and he knew nothing about me except that I owned a green-colored

busy with

put a complete hold on

had to squeeze in

was busy doing a manicure of a middle-aged woman. Mrs.

while I was busy giving

were two men in the seating area, waiting to get a haircut

with the kid and turned to the two men, who were looking

I do for you

a haircut. Would you be able to fit

I had to rush here to

break, “Sure, I can do that. Let me just grab my scissors and

on his hair first. The

of the Greek God I had met. I wondered if he would ever come

aside and focused on giving the man the best haircut possible.