Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

Chapter 6

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? I can’t believe it. My friends from the orphanage would have screamed at

again placed my 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

more a

memories from yesterday started flooding back. A shiver ran through my body when suddenly I remembered what happened yesterday.

deep, sleepy voice asked me. Concern was

he talking to me? Of

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

my tongue to lick his face…

bit disappointed when I noticed him wearing a t–shirt. In movies and novels don’t they go to sleep without their t–shirts on? Only in their

sometimes stark

gaze dipped down only to disappoint me further. He was

shorts. No nak*edness.

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

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

he seemed

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.” He tilted

stay here instead of going to my room? The mattress is not a problem for

not facing me, “When I said already that no one will mess

to trust me.

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

turning into

would have spanked me for

always dreamed of becoming rich so that I could spend one year doing

prayers were

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

to return to that bedroom. What if that man would be there again? The

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

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