Ouch, My CEO Fiance Fell For His Maid

Chapter 121

2- Adonis (Book 2)

My heart started racing as I felt the warmth of his body against mine. I looked up at him, and our eyes locked again. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear.

I swallowed hard, trying to calm my nerves. “Who is still here?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ha-ha. I had already forgotten about Brian and was asking this man a silly question like a fool.

“Umm. The man? The one who’s been following you,” he reminded me, his voice low and steady. “I’ve been keeping an eye on him, but I think he’s getting bolder. We need to leave now.”

He held me close as he spoke, his hands firm but gentle. I couldn’t help but feel safe in his embrace, even though I had no idea who he was.

“Leave the place! And go where?” I tried to hold my horses in his presence. Nobody had this kind of effect on me.

“Any place. Where he can’t reach you, Cherie.” He suggested. If he was finding my questions a little absurd, he chose not to remark.

“Okay,” I said, my voice barely audible. “Lead the way.” I could not believe it. Brian was someone who I met at the wedding. He was not so stranger to me.

Yet this man, I knew nothing about. I was trusting him so easily. He released me from his embrace and took my hand, leading me away from the crowded club and towards the safety of some unknown place.

What if he takes me to some secluded place and kills me? Or what if he misunderstands me for a woman throwing herself at him just to get his attention?

What If he offers me to accompany him to his place?

Was I being sensible enough to trust him? Where was he exactly taking me at this hour? Shouldn’t I be going home instead of following him in this madness?

As we walked, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him, taking in the chiseled jawline, the strong arms, and the way he moved with such confidence.

“Where is your home? I can walk with you if it’s nearby. Otherwise, I can drive you home.” Oh! Thankfully, he was not kidnapping me. He was offering, to take me home.

And here I had given myself different excuses that he might be a serial killer or a psychopath.

“I … I work nearby…” I was about to tell him that I worked in the salon but then last minute, I decided to change my mind, “I…” I let out a shaky grin, “I do own a car. So, thank you. I can manage it.”

Oh, God! What was his name? Why was he not telling me his fuc*king name? Come on Adonis. You Greek God! Tell me your name. Or maybe ask mine.

That would be the perfect opportunity to let him know my name.

“Where is exactly your car?” he ran a gaze around while I was busily watching his face.

I gulped again and pointed near the salon parking where my second-hand, green Honda Civic was parked, “It’s there the green one.”

We reached my car, and he opened the door for me, helping me inside. So, it was good to know that he was not interested in taking me to his place or clinging to me.

The man was being a gentleman to accompany me to my car.

As I got in the driver’s seat, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement running through me. Who was this man, and why was he helping me?

But at that moment, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was safe and that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

He was still there when I started the engine and started driving away at a slow speed.

As I drove, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him through the rearview mirror. He was standing there, watching me leave, with his ocean-green eyes. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just met someone special, someone who might change my life forever.

Or was I just being an emotional fool?

As I drove down the street at a snail’s pace, I realized that I made a mistake by not asking his name. I had been so caught up in his perfection and his protectiveness that

I just could not find it in myself to ask it. I pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the engine, feeling a pang of regret. Should I go back and ask him his name? Was it too late?

F*ck, Eve! You are a loser!

Before I could make up my mind, I saw him walking towards my car. My heart skipped a beat as he approached the window, leaning down to look inside. I immediately slid down the window.

“Hey,” he said, this time with a small smile on his lips. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” “Uh. I… I am … fine. I am good!” I smiled and started the engine again,” Bye.”

Oh, please, stop me and tell me your name. Please please, please. I don’t want to sound clingy. I just want you to find me different.

“Bye,” he whispered.

“Nice meeting you, Adonis,” I said and drove away at full speed. This time I didn’t dare to look in the rearview mirror.

“Ha-ha! Ha-ha!” Aniya could not seem to stop laughing, “You didn’t even ask his name! You called him Adonis and left? I can’t believe it?” “Stop laughing!” I spat.

Sitting on the dining table with a coffee mug in my hand, my chin was leaning on my other palm, i “If he was so handsome and you found him so attractive, you should have asked something about him. Now you know nothing except you met him in a club.”

This was breakfast time and Aniya was doing the honors of pulling my leg.

“I called him Adonis because he looked like a Greek God. Now quit discussing that Adonis and make me breakfast, Aniya!”

Aniya chuckled, “Alright, alright. But you know what they say, Eve.

Opportunity knocks only once. Who knows, you might never see him again.”

I groaned, “Don’t remind me. But it’s not like I’m looking for a relationship right now.” Aniya gave me a knowing look, “You don’t have to be looking for one to find it, you know. Sometimes love just happens.”

I rolled my eyes, “Love? Are you serious? You and your romantic ideas. I’m perfectly happy being single.”

Aniya shrugged, “Suit yourself. But if you do see this Adonis again, don’t let him slip away. You never know where it might lead.” Being Aniya, she leaned forward and whispered, “By the way set me up with him. I don’t think Marwick is any more interested in me. That Layla Hayat though. Psst.” She clicked her tongue and curved down her lips.

I laughed at her joke. The girl wanted to date and sleep with every hot guy on this planet. This time, I couldn’t deny the truth in her words.

As much as I wanted to pretend that I didn’t care, a part of me was already imagining what it would be like to see him again.

But for now, I focused on enjoying my breakfast with Aniya and trying not to think too much about the handsome stranger who had crossed my path.

Thankfully Aniya dropped the subject and started asking me about my work at the Salon.

“You tell me, Aniya.” I straightened, “How is your cleaning company going?” I asked her while taking a sip of my coffee. She just shook her head while gulping down the pancake dipped in honey.

“I’m actually thinking of expanding the business,” Aniya said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “I’ve been doing some research and there’s a big market for it in the neighboring towns.” “That’s amazing,” I said, genuinely impressed. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thanks, girl,” Aniya said with a grin. “I couldn’t have done it without your support. I had been planning it but now at last it will soon be on the papers too.’ Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

We continued chatting for a while longer before I realized that I had to head to the salon. As I got up to leave, Aniya walked me to the door.

“Hey, before you go,” she said, grabbing my arm. “Are you okay? I mean… are you really, ok?”

I took a deep breath, trying to hold back my emotions. “I’m doing okay, Aniya. It’s been tough, but I’m managing.’ “Great. If that’s the case, I will be needing your car for just a day or two. I can manage for the rest of the days of the week by borrowing it from another friend…” “Oh, crap!” I didn’t let her finish, “Take my car for this week. I can easily manage pick and drop with Mrs. Margret.” “Are you sure?” “Cent percent!”

“Good… and thank you,” she said, giving me a tight hug. ‘And just remember, I’m always here for you, no matter what.” “Thanks, Aniya,” I said, feeling grateful for her friendship.

I messaged Mrs. Margret to pick me. While going to the salon in her car, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I was to have Aniya and Ashley in my life. Both my friends were my rock, and my support system. And with them by my side, I knew that I could get through anything.

***Top of Form It had been one week since I met him. I knew nothing about that man, and he knew nothing about me except that I owned a green-colored car.

It was around noon when I got busy with the sudden influx of customers at my salon.

Maybe Aniya and Ashley were right. I should put a complete hold on walk-in customers and start taking hundred percent bookings on phone.

We used to take phone appointments but had to squeeze in our walk-in customers too.

June was busy doing a manicure of a middle-aged woman. Mrs. Margret was giving

Protein treatment to a girl while I was busy giving a haircut to a six-year-old kid.

There were two men in the seating area, waiting to get a haircut from me.

I got finished with the kid and turned to the two men, who were looking at me expectantly. I walked over to them and greeted them with a smile.

“Hi, what can I do for you today?” I asked, looking at both.

The taller of the two spoke up, “I want a haircut. Would you be able to fit me in?”

The other one spoke too, “I won’t be here on weekend, so I had to rush here to get this long due cut. So, I was wondering the same.”

I checked my schedule on my phone and saw that I had a small window of time between appointments. But for that, I needed to sacrifice my coffee break, “Sure, I can do that. Let me just grab my scissors and spray bottle. You have a seat, sir.” I said to the taller one as I walked over to my station to collect my scissors and comb and pointed towards the barber chair.

I started working on his hair first. The shorter one was still waiting patiently.

As I worked on the man’s hair, I couldn’t help but think of the Greek God I had met. I wondered if he would ever come back to the club, and if he did, would he try to find me again?

Urgh! I quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused on giving the man the best haircut possible. After all, he was my customer and deserved my full attention.

After I got finished with the cut, I walked the other man to the front desk to pay in advance. As the first one was leaving, he turned back and said, “You know, you’re really talented. Thanks for this transformation.”

I smiled and thanked him before turning back to the front desk. Mrs. Margret was there, counting the money and jotting down the appointments for the next day.

Another of my subordinate made the shorter man sit on the Barber chair in front of the huge mirror and started spraying water on his hair.

“Mrs. Margret, I need to go and get done with his haircut. Just have a quick question. Do you think we should go for full appointments on the phone instead of entertaining walk-ins?” I asked her, tapping my finger on the small counter.

She looked up, considering my question. “It’s worth a try. We can go on hundred percent appointments and see how it goes. But we need to make sure we have enough staff to handle the calls and

bookings.”

I nodded, understanding her concerns. “I’ll start working on that tomorrow. Thanks, Mrs. Margret.”

The customer was ready for the haircut when the salon door opened and I heard a familiar voice, “Joseph. We are getting late, man.” There was frustration in his voice,

“Who takes so long to get a fu*king haircut?”

Holding the scissors, I looked up at him and both of us froze.

Hell! Adonis!

“H…hi there.” The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk. He came closer to me and looked at my face. “I didn’t know your name. Couldn’t see your green car. I was least expecting you here.” He said and touched the hair strand that was falling on my temple.

No! He missed me? He fuc*king missed me!

I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. He must have noticed my jumpiness, because he flashed me a crooked smile, “Nervous?” he asked me gently,

“I’m glad I ran into you. I’ve been wanting to meet you.” And then he chuckled,

“Adonis! Huh? That’s what you called me before you left that night. Right?” I felt a rush of excitement and anticipation. Did he say, he wanted to meet me? As if reading my thoughts, he continued, “So, you work here!”

It was not a question but a simple remark. I was amused that he thought I was a worker here but not the owner, “I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee sometime.”

My heart skipped a beat as I nodded eagerly. Ever since he walked inside, I had turned mute, “Yes, I… I’d love that,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gosh! I never stuttered in my life.

His eyes were twinkling and we both were standing there staring at each other.

“Ok. Then what should I call you?” I asked him inserting his hands in his pants pockets. And before he could answer that my poor client who was waiting for me in his chair spoke up, i “Miss. Can you attend me please?”

Adonis grinned, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. ’ Great. He is waiting. Go back to work.” The smile on his lips vanished before he turned serious,

“How about tomorrow morning at the cafe down the street? Say, 10 o’clock?” I nodded again, still unable to form coherent words. Adonis gave me a wink and a wave, then turned and walked to the door, leaving me standing there with the scissors still in my hand, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

He hadn’t even crossed the doorway, but I felt like I just woke up from a deep sleep.

Looking around I found my staff’s teasing glances. Trying to hide the blush, I saw Mr.

Adonis about to leave but then he stepped back and closed the door. Top of Form

Turning around, he strolled back to me and stood there at arm’s length. Unlike that night he was no more wearing a crisp white shirt, but a grey t- shirt paired with a denim jacket.

“Are you interested in knowing what I had been calling you last week?”

Oh, so I was not alone. Just like I gave him the name Adonis, he also gave me a name. Before I could move my head, he brought his mouth closer to my ear and said something in a bare whisper that I surprisingly didn’t find creepy or sick,

“See you tomorrow morning, long legs!”