GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

Immobile under that hand, he whispered to her.

“Would it make a difference if I told you that what those photos show isn’t true? No, right! So believe what you want, and please let me go.”

Kyle, lowering his gaze to those full lips, kissed her fiercely, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, unsure if it was out of anger or desire, but he wanted more of that rich flavor emanating from her mouth.

Lindsey filled with fear as she felt her mouth devoured, knowing he did it out of anger. She struggled to break free as her towel fell off.

Kyle’s mind clouded; he wanted more of her. He threw her onto the bed with hands pinned above her head. With a lustful gaze, he explored her body, observing her beautiful round breasts.

Lindsey panicked and stammered with a thread of voice.

“Please, don’t hurt me!”

Kyle snapped out of it, quickly stood up, seeing the terror in her eyes.

‘What the hell am I doing?’ he questioned himself.

“Forgive me! I didn’t mean to!” He turned his back and left the room.

That night was bitter for Lindsey; her prince charming turned into her worst nightmare.

“Oh God, help me be strong and not falter. What did I do to deserve so much hatred? I’d never betray him to be humiliated like this,” she screamed with a crushed heart. “I won’t accept your insults anymore; you’ll only get my indifference.”

While Kyle locked himself in his room, he cursed what he was about to do, unable to explain his actions. He ran a finger over his lips, recalling the exquisite taste of her mouth that had stirred his manhood, wondering,

“Why does she hide behind those glasses and baggy clothes? What my eyes managed to see is perfect.”

The next morning, Lindsey woke up with tumultuous emotions, wanting to confront her ogre of a husband and her sister. ‘They’re going to pay,’ she thought to herself.

Unwilling to argue with Kyle, she decided to stay at home. University classes were over, and all that remained was to pick up her degree. Lying down, she called her friend, reaching for her phone on the bedside table.

“Hello! Is everything okay?” Her friend answered, always on alert.

“Calm down! I’m calling to let you know I can’t make it to the workshop today,” she sighed resignedly.

“Why?”

“I’m literally fine, but emotionally I’m furious. Yesterday, the ogre came into my room. I thought he was going to do something, but Courtney handed him photos of me naked with two men.”

“With two men? You’ve only been with one, and now you’ve brought two men to bed,” her friend expressed.

“According to those photos, yes. The issue is he forbade me from leaving the house. What he thinks of me doesn’t matter anymore.” She looked at the notebook and the card still in a corner of the bed, picked them up, and continued, “He also gave me a bankbook and a credit card so that I wouldn’t go out to meet my lovers.” She let out a bitter laugh. “According to him, my lovers support me.”

“What an idiot! Didn’t you tell him you earn your own money with the sewing workshop?” Janna grumbled almost shouting.

“Yes, on the day of our encounter on the stairs. But he doesn’t believe me, and with those photos, even less. That’s why I’ve decided to stay at home today to think about what to do.”

“I don’t understand the photos. You’re always alert, unless that day at the event, Courtney set you up with that glass of wine.”

“Yes! There’s no doubt everything that happened that day was planned by my dear sister. My mistake was that the waiter offered me the glass of wine.”

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“I don’t know, but I’ll make them pay, I’ll make them pay.”

“Friend, you know you have my help.”

“I know. I’ll leave you; I need to occupy my mind.”

“Okay, I’ll be here if you need me.” She hung up the phone.

With sadness in her eyes, she went to the bathroom and then left her room to go to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. On the way, she crossed paths with Emilia, who greeted her warmly.

“Good morning! Did you rest, my dear?” She could see the nostalgia in the girl’s eyes.

“Yes, Emilia! Today, I won’t go out; I’ll stay at home.” She looked around, feeling the coldness emanating from the place.

“If you need anything, I’ll be here to serve you. A piece of advice: be patient with the boy Kyle. He may seem arrogant, but he’s a good man,” Lindsey said.

Lindsey looked at her, thinking, ‘If that’s a good man, what will he be like when he turns bad? She continued on her way, and with the cook, prepared her breakfast. With nothing else to do, she started exploring the house. In a low voice, she commented, ‘I’m going to add some color to this house. During my time here, I want to bring it to life so that it doesn’t devour me alive.

She sought out Emilia and shared her plans, expressing a desire to buy more colorful curtains, change some decorations, and purchase flowers. Emilia, along with two cleaning staff, offered their assistance. Gladys, the cook, upon hearing the conversation, joined in, removing her apron and saying she would also help.

The employees took down the curtains and other items Lindsey pointed out to be moved to the basement. Emilia, Gladys, and Lindsey went to the mall to buy things for the house. Gladys was excited about the positive energy coming from her mistress.

Entering a store, the three women explored the place. Their eyes lit up with the sight of beautiful curtains, shelves, vases, wall decorations, and flowers of all colors. Lindsey paid with her credit card.

Even the security personnel were helping that day. Everyone pitched in to move furniture, remove dark carpets, and set up a central table with white ceramic, adorned with a crystallized glass vase and orange and yellow flowers. The curtains were white with colorful flower details, bringing brightness to the mansion.

Meanwhile, in the office, Kyle couldn’t concentrate on his work. He could only think of the girl with gray-green eyes, grumbling when he remembered her mouth, challenging gaze, and the photos.

“I hope you’re treating my granddaughter well,” the old man said, entering the office with a stern look.

“She’s fine! What are you doing here?” Kyle exclaimed, looking at his grandfather approaching his desk.

“Don’t forget this is also my company. I’ve come to meet with the events coordinator to check on the preparations for the company anniversary.”

“Freed is handling that with the events department. Contracts have been established with up-and-coming fashion designers and models debuting our designs. Clothing boutiques are eagerly awaiting the new collection to be presented that day.”

“I hope there are no mishaps. Remember, the media will be present. It’s already leaked that you’re married. Don’t even think about appearing without my daughter-in-law.”

“Okay, Grandpa,” Kyle sighed several times, knowing he would have to find a way to convince her after what happened the night before.