GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

Lindsey arrived at the mansion as usual. As she took a few steps on the stairs, she heard an intimidating voice.

“Where have you been?”

Lindsey rolled her eyes and turned to look at him. “Good evening, Kyle! How are you?”

“I am the master of the house to you. You should address me as Mr. Kyle.”

Lindsey didn’t like how he was talking to her. His dark gaze scared her, and she felt the fear of being mistreated again. Her hands started to sweat as she clenched them together, tired of being trampled on.

She raised her eyebrows and replied with a sarcastic tone, ‘Even if I don’t make it out of that house alive, I won’t let anyone else continue humiliating me.’

” Excuse me, Your Majesty. Even if it’s just on paper, I don’t see the need for so much formality as my husband,” she replied with a raised eyebrow and a sarcastic tone.

“Shut up!” he shouted, angered by her sarcastic tone and defiant look.

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“Why are you arriving at this hour? A married woman should dedicate herself to her home. I thought you were from a good family. How is it possible that the morning after getting married, you leave in the morning and come back at night? I don’t care if you have a lover; what infuriates me is that you have no shame. What do you think the media will say when they find out that the wife of the president of Pratt Enterprises is sleeping with other men?”

Lindsey widened her beautiful gray eyes, astonished by what she heard. She had a lover too, and with a defiant look and a firm voice, she replied.

“Dear husband! Now you’re interested in what I do! I work, and as for the lover, if I have one, I don’t think it’s a problem. You keep your little friends secret, and I can do the same.”

Kyle stared at her, not expecting that response. Seeing her so timid in the registry, he thought she was a submissive girl, not a challenger. He approached her to be face to face, gritting his teeth.

“Who do you think you are to speak to me like that? From tomorrow, you will stay in the house. Do you want money? Tomorrow, I’ll give you a bank account number where a sum of money will be deposited regularly and an unlimited credit card in your name.”

“I don’t need the money and the card. I like to rely on my own resources, and I won’t stay locked in this house.”

“You will stay because I order you to. You won’t go out to cavort with your lover, and my name won’t be involved in a scandal.”

Lindsey felt humiliated by the insult from this man. Without thinking, she raised a hand to slap him, but he grabbed it instantly. Trying to pull her, she managed to slip away. Kyle, seeing her defiant, approached her until they were just a few millimeters apart. Seeing her agitated amused him for some reason. His mouth formed a smile, and a serene gleam appeared in his blue eyes.

“Let me go, idiot! Why are you laughing? Do I look like a clown?”

He burst into laughter; the way she said those words seemed funny to him.

“With that attire, you certainly do.”

She got upset and tried to free herself, but his reaction left her confused. Kyle held her firmly as she moved, and impulsively, he kissed her. His lips met hers, feeling them soft and full, savoring them intensely for a few seconds.

Lindsey tried to push him away, but her instincts didn’t allow it. She closed her eyes, perceiving the sensations of that kiss that left her breathless.

Kyle felt a small current run through his body, which scared him, so he immediately let her go and shouted at her.

“Disappear from my sight!”

She was startled by the shout, emitting a small whimper. Ashamed of her reaction, she turned around and quickly went up the stairs, threw herself on the bed, and grumbled.

“That man took advantage of me, kissed me without my permission,” she blushed, remembering that she had responded to that kiss.

At 19, it was her first kiss. Due to her attire, very few guys approached her, but she didn’t care. In her mind, there was only the idea of freeing herself from people who mistreated her and made her feel worthless.

Unable to sleep, in her innocence, she smiled as her mind raced.

“He’s handsome, although he’s a damn despot, I can’t deny, he’s sensually attractive and sexy,” she shook her head from side to side. “Don’t be foolish, a man like him wouldn’t develop feelings for you.”

Kyle went to his office and poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one gulp as he wondered, ‘Why did you kiss her? Why does she have to be so defiant? I don’t believe that work story; I’m going to find out what she does on weekends or who she’s cheating on me with.

To clear his anger, he began reviewing some documents. He was terribly confused, telling himself, ‘She should be obedient, her duty is to spend time in her room and not cause problems in the remaining 10 months of cohabitation.’

The next day, Lindsey woke up, having dreamt all night about that kiss. She felt nervous in her stomach, excited, and went downstairs for breakfast. She didn’t understand why, but she wanted to see him.

“Emilia! Has Kyle had breakfast yet?” she inquired a bit unsure.

“Yes, my girl, Kyle already left for work.”

Pouting, she finished breakfast, grabbed her things, and went to the workshop.

When Lindsey got married, Courney begged her dad to get her a job at Pratt Company as a model. Because she was the sister of the company president’s wife, they offered her a contract. She always found ways to flirt with Kyle, but he never paid attention to her; she repulsed him. Kyle rejected the women offered to him; he didn’t pay attention to them because, for him, they were just after his wealth. Catrina managed to reach his heart, and he feels guilty for what happened to her parents. As an orphan, he promised to protect her.

“Love! I was waiting for your visit yesterday,” Catrina whispered flirtatiously, sitting on his lap.

“A family matter came up that I had to attend to,” he replied absentmindedly.

“Don’t tell me your wife put you in a bad mood,” she murmured in his ear while running her hand over his masculinity.

“I don’t think it’s your concern, my family matters.”

“But you didn’t say that before,” she pouted.

He kissed her fiercely, then separated from her. For some strange reason, he wanted to be alone. He sighed several times before telling her, “Can you leave? I have a meeting and need to prepare some documents.”

Catrina was surprised by his words; it was the first time he kicked her out of his office. She stood up, swaying her hips, and with a flirtatious voice, said, “Okay, I’ll leave. I don’t know why you’re tense; you seem strange. If you want, after work, you can come to my apartment to relax.”

“Ok,” he didn’t look at her; his gaze was fixed on some documents in his hand. Catrina left the office, and he threw the documents on the desk, upset with himself.