Ouch! My CEO Fiancé 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.

glances at him through the rearview mirror. He was standing there, watching me leave, with his ocean-green eyes. I couldn't

was I just being

the street at a snail’s 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

over to the side of the road and turned off the engine, feeling a pang of regret. Should I go back and ask

Eve! You

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

wanted to make sure you were okay." "Uh. I... I am ... fine. I am good!" I smiled and started the

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

"Bye," he whispered.

away at full speed. This time I

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table with a coffee mug in my hand, my chin was leaning on my other palm, i "If he was

breakfast time and Aniya was

like a Greek God. Now quit

"Alright, alright. But you know what they say,

only once. Who knows,

me. But it’s not like I’m looking for a

knowing look, "You don’t have to be looking for

You

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."

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

pretend that I didn't care, a part of me was already imagining what

and trying not to think too much about the handsome

and started asking me about my work

cleaning company going?" I asked her while taking a sip of my coffee. She just shook her

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

I realized that I had to head to the salon. As I got up to leave, Aniya walked me to the

said, grabbing my arm. "Are you okay? I mean... are

another friend..." "Oh, crap!” I didn't let her finish, "Take my car for

help but think about how lucky I was to have Aniya and

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nothing about that man, and he knew nothing about me except that I

at my salon. Maybe Aniya and Ashley were right. I should put a

but had to squeeze in our walk-in

woman. Mrs. Margret was giving Protein treatment to a girl while I was busy

men in the seating area, waiting to get

got finished with the kid and turned to the two men, who were looking at me expectantly. I walked

you today?" I

taller of the two spoke up, "I want a haircut. Would you be

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

on my phone 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

started working on his hair first. The shorter one

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, would