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.

there, watching me leave, with his ocean-green

I just being an emotional

a mistake by not asking his

the side of the road and turned off the engine, feeling a pang of regret. Should

Eve! You are

skipped a beat as

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!”

tell me your name. Please please, please. I don’t want to sound clingy.

“Bye,” he whispered.

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

not seem to stop laughing, “You didn’t even ask his name! You

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 him

and Aniya was doing the

Greek God. Now quit

But you know what they say,

knows, you might never see him

like I’m looking for a relationship right now.” Aniya gave me a knowing look, “You don’t have to be

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

“Suit yourself. But if 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 me. That Layla Hayat though. Psst.” She clicked her tongue and

girl wanted to date and sleep with every hot

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

with Aniya and trying not to think too much about the handsome stranger

Aniya dropped the subject and started asking

is your cleaning company going?” I asked her while taking a sip of my coffee. She just shook her head while gulping down the

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 but now at last it will soon be

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

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

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

a tight hug. ‘And just remember, I’m always here for you, no matter what.” “Thanks, Aniya,”

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 system. And with them by my side,

week since I met him. I knew nothing about that man, and he knew nothing about me except that I

got busy with the sudden influx

and Ashley were right. I should put a complete hold on walk-in customers and

but had to squeeze in

busy doing a manicure of

girl while I was busy giving a haircut to a six-year-old

seating area, waiting to get

turned to the two men, who were looking at me

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

up, “I want a haircut. Would you be

here on weekend, so I had to rush here to get this long due cut. So,

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

on his hair first. The shorter one was still

had met. I wondered if he would

those thoughts aside and focused on giving the man the best haircut possible. After all, he was my customer