Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

6- The gorgeous man

Ashley pov

Ugh! I tried to stretch myself. The mattress assigned to me was not comfortable but today it felt like a hardboard.

And that hardboard was snoring slightly. I felt so tired that I did not want to get up. There was nothing to do. Nobody was waiting for me. What’s the use of waking up when I would be getting bored? Or maybe I should pop in some sleeping pills and spend one year sleeping on a couch or my mattress like a dead.

My cheek hurt due to resting on the hardboard so I decided to change the side and lifted my face up. I saw a man sleeping on his back under me. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and rested the other cheek. Just then my eyes went wide.

I was NOT sleeping on my mattress. I lifted my face again and looked up.

Shit!

Who was he? He was not my husband but whoever he was, the man was drop–dead gorgeous. How can a man have such long lashes? Look at those lips. Damn!

If it was a sin to look this handsome, he should have been hanged publicly.

His face was so… sculptured… so… handsome and … so… so…

Perfect!

I kept looking at him to find any imperfections. Nah! I was disappointed. What must be the color of his eyes?

Black?

Blue?

His dark hair was falling on his forehead. Raising my hand slowly, I tried to remove it only to plop back on his face. I chuckled and did that again.

me. How this handsome man ended up under me? I can’t believe it. My friends from the orphanage would have screamed at the top of their

we ended up in this

was no more a virgin?

remembered what happened yesterday. The moment my body

sexy, deep, sleepy voice asked me.

to me? Of

forehead with the back of his hand. His body was deliciously snugged against mine. His face was so close to

lick his face… to devour him.

disappointed when I noticed him wearing a t–shirt. In movies and novels don’t they go to sleep without

stark na*ked?

dipped down only to disappoint me

No nak*edness.

hear me?” He worriedly looked down following my gaze. “Don’t

I didn’t know why my question seemed to offend him. His arms lost their grip around me and he

he seemed

did not hear me, he spoke again, “No one,

instead of going to my room? The mattress is not a problem for me.” I added quickly, “I can bring my mattress

not facing me, “When I said already that no one will mess with you then you got

to trust me.

to the bathroom. My eyes followed him

I was turning into

spanked me for my

us to keep ourselves busy. To occupy our minds. I always dreamed of becoming rich

were answered.

one year and I was not supposed to do anything except eat, sleep

that bedroom. What if that man would be there again? The thought of

of the cover of a fashion magazine had worry lines on his forehead. He had taken a shower and was wearing his old pajamas. This time instead of that t–shirt his towel was