The Last Ceo’s Deal

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

Christine Pov.

“Shhh…. that’s okay, none of this will reverse whatever shit he said.”

“It hurts Laurel, I feel like a pack of wickedness causing him so much pain. You need to see the hurt in his eyes. If he had a knife back there, he would have stabbed me.”

“Yeah right? Not with his brother and mum right there.”

“My dad put him in a mess and he’s hurting really bad”

“Well that’s true but I think it’s because of his dad’s health, I heard he fell into a coma” I gasped.

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of like taking a troll on him…jeez! What’s it with the tears? I’m going to leave you right away if you’re going to be pouring rivers of tears.” Laurel glared.

“I’m sorry, I’m just feeling so bad for him, he’s going through a lot you know.”

“The only thing that guy is going through is the hard nut of getting married, he doesn’t want to hear that shit and the company is crumbling. They’ve finally taken the case to court.”

“Oh Laurel, that isn’t good.”

“Yeah, until he gets married and signs the billion dollar contract dancing before him.”

“Marry him.” I tell her and she turns around searching for something.

“Did someone just say something?”

“Marry him and save him from this stress Laurel.”

“Seems you’ve gone nuts Christine.”

“Marry him!!”

“You’re a crazy girl, marriage sounds like vinegar to that rich spoiled brat and you’re saying the unbelievable, do you hate me that much?” I laughed.

“I was joking moron.”

“You’re one pack of confused idiots, come on, let’s go clean up.”

“I’m tired.”

“Nope, you’re weak from what your guy told you…it’s okay darling, he will come around to apologize” i hit her on the shoulder and glared at her.

“Stop talking nonsense!!”

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“Define platonic.”

“Fine…I give up, let’s get to work.”

I will be cleaning Fanuel Hudson’s room today. Laurel is so unbelievable, the maids are too gullible for my liking.

Nobody wants to dare enter his room for anything and I kept wondering if they couldn’t have entered and done their duty, just because ugly circumstances brought me here, I keep getting pushed to meet my poison.

“No one enters Fanuel Hudson’s room and comes out the same.” One of them had told me.

“How? Does he kill them?”

“Gosh!! You’re crazy! He fires them?”

“Wow!”

“Anyone who enters his room is already in tears because he/she knows for sure that he’s going home.

If you touch his things carelessly, YOU’RE FIRED!!

If you dust his items wrongly, YOU’RE FIRED!!!

Anything you do wrongly, you’re going home dear.”

“So that’s why you all are pushing me to get fired right?

“You were never a worker dear, you’re stuck here.”

I can’t believe that either, I’m stuck here for life. Until God in heaven intervenes, I’m at the mercy of Fanuel Hudson’s.

Now his room was another Phantom of beauty. Damn it!!! This guy loves blue.

My favorite.

The chandeliers in the room sparkled blue dim lights and the gold tiles reflected brightly.

Fanuel! I gasped at the inscription of his name and walked closer to it.

It was designed beautifully at the top of his bed.

Silver Blue stones were littered on the golden name and lights were sparkling in different colors.

His King sized bed was the highest and largest I’ve ever come across.

A royal blue duvet lay neatly with a gold ‘F’ logo in the middle.

I groaned and rolled my eyes, we already know he’s Fanuel.. must he design everywhere with his ugly name?

I hissed and took a good look at his wardrobe. It was pure gold!!!

Lord of heavens, Everywhere is screaming wealth, class and glamor.

What was the Web thinking when he stole from them?

I ran my hands on the tall beautiful frame before me, I don’t know why I’m feeling so emotional right now.

Is it because of the fact that I’m looking at this most beautiful room in the world with my favorite color, or the fact that I’m standing in the almighty Fanuel Hudson’s room…something that I would’ve never dreamed off, I think it’s a privilege, I’m so elated.

This is fucking beautiful.

“What are you doing there?” A deep voice made me tremble and shake in fear.

I swallowed hard and turned slowly, I’m in for it today, a wonderful slap on the way.

Holy shit!! I closed my eyes and turned back immediately.

What the heck Fanuel?

“Are you deaf? What are you doing there?”

“ummm…I was cleaning the room.”

“Really? By staring at the wardrobe and talking to yourself?”

I bit my lip in embarrassment.

“No I wasn’t, I was admiring its beauty.”

“I know, so that you can plan on eloping with it someday right? Too bad this one is too heavy for you.”

I turn to face him sharply.

“I wasn’t planning on doing that.” I glare at him.

My glaring didn’t work at all, I was shamelessly staring.

Staring at his unclothed body dripping wet with water, with a towel tied on his waist.

His hair was drenched in water, he just stepped out from a shower and he’s so fucking goooood!!

His skin is so milky and flawless, dear God!! This isn’t what we planned.

He had a tattoo on the right side of his arm and a piercing on his left ear. His blue icy eyes were dilating in stress and I could observe that hasn’t had a sleep for some time now.

His abs…. Gosh, I need to leave.

“Can you get the fuck out of my sight let me get dressed”

I fled before he finished his statement. I scurried for the door immediately but his voice stopped my tracks.

“Where the hell are you going? Are you done with what brought you here?”

“I.. I…you…I will come back when you’re done with dressing up.” I stuttered with words as he faced me.

I gasped when I took a good look at his stomach, it was red.

“It’s normal, I have the skin and body of a model…don’t get too flabbergasted, enjoy the view while it lasts and get done with this room already.”

Tch! Arrogant fool, I was staring at the burns on his skin and not his angelic model body and skin.

Though he’s right, I’m carried away by such skin…he’s just too…. sexy.

I blindly and hurriedly cleaned up his room.. Not even a speck of dirt was there but I just needed to do it.

I was sweating under the air conditioner, his presence made me feel terrible. I was uncomfortable as I kept keeping things in the wrong position and dimensions.

“Where are you taking that cofflin to?”

“Huh? I’m…the.. wardrobe?

“That’s the restroom, dummy!”

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I apologized and went towards the wardrobe.

“You know what, just drop it back, before you throw my cofflin away, that shit is expensive. You’re heading to the shower.”

I nodded stupidly and dropped it back on the floor.

“Are you stupid?”

“huh? Yes…”

“Why will you keep that on the floor, do you want me to be infected?”

“You said I should keep it where I picked it.”

“And you’re blind that you don’t see a table behind you right?”

“I’m sorry”

“Sorry your ass, you’re lucky you aren’t my worker…you would have been fired this minute.

Get me a juice” I nodded and walked towards the door.

“That’s my study room you idiot!!! That’s the way to the main door.” He shouted and pointed his hands at a particular door.

I bowed and apologized. He was now dressed in a red polo and denim jeans, sitted by the sides of his bed and tapping furiously on his laptop.

God, let this cup pass over me.

I came back with the juice and he sneered.

“Did I ask for juice? I said water…who the hell are you? He yelled.

“I’m sorry, I will get it for you”

I ran like a maniac to the kitchen and got a bottle of water from the fridge, a tray and a glass cup back to his room.

“You dummy, I don’t drink cold water. I take warm water!!” He said dismissively and I bit my lips in anger.

“I’m sorry”I apologized painfully and ran back to the kitchen.

I was panting, The journey from his room to the kitchen wasn’t easy at all.

It was a long walk and I wished there was an elevator for a long distance.

Elevators are used either for going down or going up and unfortunately for me this arrogant CEO stays on the second floor.

I brought the water.

“This is too hot, I said warm…You’re as stupid as your father.”

“The water is not hot!!” I grit In anger.

“Are you saying I’m lying?”

“YES YOU’RE LYING, YOU SON OF A BITCH.”

“Did you say something?”

“Nope, I’m sorry”

I wished I said those words to him, it was all in my imagination. I wish to slap his cute face and yell at him for stressing my life. I didn’t bring this upon myself.

“You know what? Get out!!”

I fled.

“Where the hell have you been!!” Laurel yelled at me the moment I reached the room.

“Why not ask your stupid boss?”

” Take it easy, your friend was here earlier.”

“Diana?”

“Yes, she will be working as a maid here.”