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.

steal 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 someone special, someone who might change my

just being an emotional

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

side of the road and turned off the engine, feeling a pang of regret. Should I go back and ask him his name? Was

Eve! You are a

car. My heart skipped a beat as

a small smile on his lips. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." "Uh. I... I am ... fine. I am

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

"Bye," he whispered.

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

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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 so handsome and you found him so attractive, you should

Aniya was doing the honors of

a Greek God. Now quit

alright. But you know

knocks only once. Who knows, you might never see him

"Don't remind me. But it’s not like I’m looking

have to be looking for one to

rolled my eyes, "Love? Are you serious? You and

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

with every hot guy on this

part of me was already imagining what it would

not to think too much about the

subject and started asking me about my work at

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

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

before I realized that I had to head

arm. "Are

okay, Aniya. It's been tough, but I'm 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 days of the week by borrowing it from another friend..." "Oh, crap!” I

lucky I was to have Aniya and Ashley in my life. Both my friends were my rock, and my support system.

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

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

to take phone appointments but had to

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

in the seating area, waiting to get

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

do for you today?"

the two spoke up, "I want a haircut. Would you be able to fit me

weekend, so I had to rush here

me just grab my scissors

on his hair first. The shorter one

help but think of the Greek God I had met. I wondered if he would ever come back to the club, and if