Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

Chapter 122

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.

was standing there, watching me leave, with his ocean-green eyes. I couldn't shake

I just being an

I had been so caught up in his perfection and his protectiveness that I just could not find it in myself

road and turned off the engine, feeling a pang

Eve! You

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

to make sure you were okay." "Uh. I... I am ... fine. I

please. I don’t

"Bye," he whispered.

drove away at full speed. This time I didn't dare to look in the

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didn't even ask his name! You called him Adonis and left? I can’t believe it?" "Stop laughing!" I spat. Sitting on the dining table with a coffee mug in my hand, my chin was leaning on my other palm, i "If he

was doing the

looked like a Greek God. Now quit discussing

alright. But you know what

once. Who knows, you might

remind me. But it’s not

looking for one to find it,

serious? You

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

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

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

now, I focused on enjoying my breakfast with Aniya and trying not to think too much about the handsome stranger who had

and started asking me about my work at

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

in the neighboring towns." "That's amazing," I said, genuinely impressed. "I'm so proud of

chatting for a while longer 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...

week by borrowing it from another friend..." "Oh, crap!” I didn't let her finish, "Take my car for this week. I can easily manage pick and drop with Mrs. Margret." "Are you sure?" "Cent percent!" "Good... and thank you,"

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 life. Both

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about that

of customers at my salon. Maybe Aniya and Ashley were right. I should put a complete hold on

used to take phone appointments but had to squeeze in our

busy doing a manicure of a middle-aged woman. Mrs. Margret was giving Protein treatment to a girl while I was busy giving a

seating area,

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

can I do for you today?" I

two spoke up, "I want a haircut. Would you be able

won’t be here on weekend, so I had to rush

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 I walked over to my station to collect my scissors and comb

working on his hair first. The

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 he

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