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.

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

cheek on that washboard chest and tried to remember how we ended up in this bed entangled in each other. Did we get drunk and

no more a

ran through my body when suddenly I remembered what happened yesterday. The

sexy, deep, sleepy voice asked me. Concern was dripping

Of course, stupid. Who

bed and checked my forehead with the back of his hand. His body was deliciously snugged against mine. His face was so close to me that I could

to lick his face… to devour him.

wearing a t–shirt. In movies and novels don’t they go to sleep without their t–shirts on? Only in their shorts or boxers?

stark na*ked?

disappoint me further. He was wearing

No

down following my gaze. “Don’t worry. Nobody will ever hurt you

a weak voice. Like me, he must have also detected that I was frightened. I didn’t know why my question seemed to offend him. His arms lost their grip around me and he sat

seemed

cousin or sibling. He would never believe me. Before I could think that he did not hear me, he spoke again, “No one, means no one.”

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

already that no one

to trust me.

up and went to the bathroom. My eyes followed him till the door closed behind him. Under that pajamas, his tight ass

was turning into a creep!

have spanked me for my

occupy our minds. I always dreamed of

prayers were answered.

was going to be a millionaire after one year and I was not

opened, I stood up from the bed. It was giving me anxiety that I had to return to that bedroom. What if that man would be there again? The thought of

on his forehead. He had taken a shower and was wearing his old pajamas. This time instead of that t–shirt his towel