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.

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

I just being

snail’s pace, I realized that I made a mistake by

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

Eve! You are a

my car. My heart skipped a beat as he approached the window, leaning down to look inside. I immediately slid down the

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

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

“Bye,” he whispered.

at full speed. This time I didn’t dare

his name! You called him Adonis and left? I can’t believe it?” “Stop

was leaning on my other palm, i “If he was so handsome and you found him so attractive, you should have asked something

was breakfast time and Aniya was doing the honors of

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

alright. But you

Who knows, you might never

me a knowing look, “You don’t have to be looking for one to find it,

serious? You and your romantic

you do see this Adonis 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

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

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

trying not to think too much about the handsome stranger who

dropped the subject and started asking me

her while taking a sip of my coffee. She just shook her head while gulping down

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 of you.” “Thanks,

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

my arm. “Are you okay? I mean…

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.

giving me a tight hug. ‘And just remember, I’m always here for you, no

Mrs. Margret to pick me. While going to the salon in her car, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I was to have Aniya and Ashley in my

since I met him. I knew nothing about that

I got busy with the sudden influx of customers

Aniya and Ashley were right. I should put a complete hold

but had

a manicure of a middle-aged

while I was busy giving a haircut

in the seating area, waiting to get a haircut

turned to the two men, who were looking at me expectantly. I walked over to them

I do for you

spoke up, “I want a haircut. Would you

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

and saw that 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 a seat, sir.” I said to the taller one as

hair first. The shorter one was still waiting

help but think of the Greek God I had met. I wondered if he would ever come back to the club, and if he

quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused on giving the man the