Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

Chapter 123

3-Still An Adonis (Book 2)

I felt a mix of shock and excitement as Adonis leaned in and whispered in my ear calling me long legs. My staff was still watching us, and I could feel their eyes on me as I tried to compose myself.

I took a step back from him and looked up, trying to gauge his intentions. Was he just playing with me, or did he really like me?

He must have sensed my hesitation because he took a step forward and reached out to touch my arm, "This was the first thing I noticed about you when we met in that club. Your legs."

I could sense my cheeks heating up to his gaze. Thankfully his low whispers were not audible to others... except that man sitting on the stylist's seat.

I nodded, still feeling a little dazed, I managed to say. "I appreciate your honesty... Adonis!"

He smiled, "I don't like playing games, long legs. Life's too short for that, you know?"

I nodded again, feeling a surge of admiration for him. How right he was! Who would know about this bitter truth of life better than me? Life was too short indeed.

He was so different from the other guys I had dated for the past two years, who always seemed to be playing some kind of game or trying to impress me with their wealth or status or fake cockiness.

Adonis seemed genuine, down-to-earth, and refreshingly honest. I couldn't wait to get to know him better, and I hoped that our coffee date the next morning would just be the beginning of something special.

"Earth to, Evelyne. He has left!" I heard Mrs. Margret bellowing, followed by laughter from the people around me.

"Uh, oh. Where is this customer?" I asked about the man who was waiting for the haircut trying to wipe that embarrassing drool off my face.

"He already left with your man," June said teasingly and got busy with her business. That man had paid but left without getting my services.

I needed to return his money. But how? Tomorrow I will ask Adonis to share his details. They both seemed to know each other quite well.

I just could not wait for the day to get over.

Tomorrow morning, we were meeting for coffee! Yayy! This time I gave a fu *ck if my staff was looking at me. It was hard to control that silly smile quickly spreading on my lips.

***

"What the hell is going on here?" Aniya came inside my room and ran a gaze. A surprised gasp left her mouth as expected. The true crisp and proper Evelyne had her clothes all over the room.

"I just can't seem to decide what to wear for our tomorrow's coffee meet­up.” I kept throwing my t-shirts on the floor.

"Ok. B...But can't you just wear your work clothes?" She rolled her eyes, trying to knock some sense into me.

"No!" I complained, "I want to wear a skirt." I usually preferred denim pants to work. But that day, when I met Adonis, I was wearing a short skirt that showed off my long legs.

He was not the first one who complimented them.

"He called me, long legs. He liked my legs!" I pouted and placed my hands on my hips.

"He called you what?" Aniya’s mouth was hung open at that.

She shook her head and walked over to where I was standing, picking up one of the shirts from the floor. "Eve, you can't do this. You can't change yourself for some guy. You're perfect just the way you are."

I rolled my eyes. "I know. I'm not changing myself, Aniya. I'm just having fun with my style. Is that so wrong?" "But you're not having fun. You're stressing yourself out over what to wear for a guy. You don't need to impress anyone, especially not some guy who only likes you for your legs."

I huffed. "You don't understand, Aniya. He seems different. He's not like those other guys out there who wanted to get laid right after the first meetup." "Come on, Eve. There is no warning written on their faces. You need to keep your heart intact and safe. They're all the same. They only want one thing."

I glared at her. "You sound bitter, Aniya." I even managed to stick my tongue out.

Aniya's eyes narrowed. "I'm not bitter, silly. I just don't want you to make any mistakes. I don’t want you to get hurt in all this. You deserve someone who likes you for who you are, not just your legs."

in what I have to say, not just how I look." "Then why do you feel

"No, it's not too much to ask. But you don't need to dress a certain

pile of clothes on the floor and sighed.

"Of course. For now, let's go and eat something and forget about

I chuckled. "Thanks, girl."

me towards the

coffee meetup as I couldn't afford more than one cup in the

munched a small piece

my room, Aniya said, "Let's find you something comfortable to wear. You don't need to dress up

in agreement. "You're right." But what to do with my disturbing

feel confident, Eve. You always do. Let's look for something that shows

through my closet, pulling out different pieces

blue sundress and said,

that when I

nodded in understanding and kept searching. She pulled out a yellow flowy top and a pair of ripped jeans. "What about this?" "That's perfect. It's

clothes, "Now, let's not do

how this brat knew that I was

don't need to curl it or style it in any way. Just let it be natural. You have beautiful jet black hair and I

before agreeing. "Okay, I

showed me a thumbs up, "Good. Now go

didn't need to change who I was or dress a

***Top of Form

Salon and saw a black Mercedes Benz parked there. I never

With a speeding heartbeat, I

purse on my shoulder, I stepped ahead and found him sitting on a round

H...he was earlier than

was busy on his phone and seemed to be engrossed in it. There were crease lines on his forehead and he looked so ... so good in that black shirt and black dress

looked up from his phone and our eyes met. A smile spread across his face, and I couldn't help but

he said, standing up

replied, my heart

me like a gentleman. I couldn't help but notice how good he smelled. It was a mix of his

down, he

and I told him about my daily morning rush to get ready for work. He listened intently, and I found myself getting

was literally panicking that how

about you?" I asked, trying to compose

the usual. Meetings, emails,

the feeling. Sometimes

talk while eating, but there was an underlying tension between us. I could feel it,

feel his breath on my cheek. "I hope it's not too soon," he whispered, "I've

couldn't help but feel a rush of desire. "Oh really?" I replied,

locked with mine. "Yeah. I couldn't get you

my lip, feeling the sexual tension but then quickly

say the same about you, hottie. So, I

something else for you?" "I'm actually still sipping on it," I said, trying to sound composed. "But

crinkled at the corners. "No problem. Take your time, long

strong features and a hint

are your hobbies?" he asked, breaking the silence. I shrugged and didn’t know what to tell

I realized I didn't have much to share about my hobbies. "Honestly, I haven't really had much time for hobbies lately,"

genuine interest. "What do you do

sometimes I'll binge-watch a show on Net***flix." I said with a

was just the work, eat,

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