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 shake the feeling that I had just met

was I just being

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

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

Eve! You are

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

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

your name. Please please, please. I don’t

"Bye," he whispered.

drove away at full speed.

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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 so handsome and you found him so attractive, you should have asked something

was doing the honors

he looked like a Greek God. Now quit discussing that Adonis and make me breakfast,

But you know what they

once. Who knows, you might never see him

not like I’m looking

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

rolled my eyes, "Love? Are you serious? You and your romantic ideas. I’m perfectly happy being

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

every hot guy on this planet. This time, I couldn't deny the truth in her

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

enjoying my breakfast with Aniya and trying not to think too much about the handsome stranger who

dropped the subject and started asking me about my work at the

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

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 have done it without your support.

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

she said, grabbing my arm. "Are

case, I will be needing your car for just 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. I can easily manage pick and

I couldn't 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, I knew

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about that man, and he knew

customers at my salon. Maybe Aniya and Ashley were right. I should put a complete hold on walk-in customers and start taking

but had

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

were two men in the seating area,

were looking at me expectantly.

you

want a haircut. Would you

I had to rush

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 I walked over to my station to collect my scissors and comb and pointed towards the barber

hair first. The shorter one was still waiting

wondered if he would