A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 1
Hannah

I have a big secret.

At college, I’m a popular girl. I have many friends and enjoy the number of guys who ask me for my number. My friends say I’m loyal. Guys call me pretty. My grades are good, and since I’m constantly smiling, my friends will never discover my secret.

But the truth?

I’m eighteen, dirt poor, and struggling.

I can only afford my living expenses because I’m working full-time while also attending college. I barely have enough time to study, but I’m somehow managing.

Sure, I might hit a wall from working my ass off as a housekeeper at a hotel at some point. But what is a girl to do?

I need money and hate to ask for help, so I put on a show in front of my friends. I pretend I’m fine and without problems so they won’t worry about me, but my life is anything but perfect.

My parents avoid me like the plague and are too busy with their careers to call or try to see me. They both work abroad, and I half-suspect they are avoiding each other since all my parents do when they see each other is yell at each other.

I have a suspicion they are about to fill in for a divorce. And their relationship has made me think love is nothing but an illusion. But who needs love anyway? Not me.

With tired eyes, I push my cart forward. I round a corner while looking down at the list of rooms I have to clean before my shift ends.

Most of the rooms are enormous, and it takes time to get them ready for a new guest, but there is only one room to clean on this floor.

The problem? It’s one of the most expensive rooms we have, and it will take me at least an hour to clean it.

I groan in frustration even before opening the door with my card key. The electric lock lights up green, and I enter the room backward, dragging my heavy cart after me.

I then turn around and immediately realize something is wrong. This room is supposed to be empty, but a tall naked man stands with his muscular, sinewy back turned against me. He has brown short hair, and impossibly broad shoulders.

And he is humming a Taylor Swift tune! I almost choke when he shakes his glorious thick ass to the song. I shouldn’t look, but it turns out I’m a bigger sinner than I thought!

I’m not staring; I’m gawking!

That rump is what wet dreams are made of!

room shouldn’t have someone living in it! Did I enter the

I look down at the paper, gasping, when I realize

voice hums,

back two feet. The man is now standing in front of me naked, and he has that kind of deep-set v-lines

I trip over my shoes, hitting my head against my cart. I swear I must look like a

in pain as one cleaning item after the other topples over my head, prompting laughter

okay?” He is trying to sound worried, but there is a hint of

mumble bitterly, and then I fight like hell not

how am I supposed

It’s huge!

And that six-pack?

Jesus Christ.

I mumble the word “beautiful man” or something similar, and the guy smirks at me. My face burns, yet I

staring at the man, who takes out his earphones and wraps a white towel around his tapered waist.

his hand and let him pull me back to my feet.

only is this guy packing, but he is also beautiful, and I instantly hate myself for finding him charming. I seldom take a genuine interest in a man, but the one I find insanely attractive is the one I embarrass myself in

sink through the face of the earth. This must be karma playing games with me, and while I know that I shouldn’t be looking at I can’t pry my eyes

He is too gorgeous.

guess,

my expense,

my blonde hair behind my ear. Why am I suddenly so nervous? I never act like this! I have crushed plenty of hearts beneath my

man silently holds my dropped items for me to take. I stare at his hands

“T-thank you!”

then push my cart towards the door. I need

but it doesn’t move. I try to

and towering above me like a human skyscraper. “Do you

enough trouble as it is. First, I entered his room, then I

I mean,” I bite my lower lip.

me with water dripping from his body, and I step away from my cart

think one of the wheels might be broken…” I

“I doubt that