The CEO's Love Conquest

Liz Walters stumbled into a dimly lit room with a hot guy right behind her. She fumbled with the light buttons on the wall before she turned on the main one. Looking down at the incredibly gorgeous, hot, sexy, shirtless man who had fallen down at her feet, she at first thought she’d had one too many glasses of cocktail and was seeing things. But considering she’d only had a few, she doubted she was intoxicated. Her second thought was that she knew this guy but at the same time, she couldn’t remember where she’d seen him. Anyhow, he shouldn’t be here, Liz thought. She immediately grabbed the first thing she could have her hands on… it was a vase. It was a heavy, leaded crystal thing, that would probably crack this man’s skull open. She came close – so incredibly close – to dropping it on his head, when a voice whispered in her mind, He’s Mr. Handsome, Adrian. He was drinking with you. It seemed crazy to suppose that before following her up here, he appeared to be a normal human an

Liz Walters gaped at him. “Who the hell are you to stop me?” “I’m Adrian Moore.” He said with a cunning smile. His eyes bored into hers, making her slightly anxious. Still, she remained composed and strong. She was seconds away from crumbling down at the mere thought of having lost her virginity to this man but she didn’t let her inner dilemma show on her face. “Look, you’re scaring me.” Liz held a finger at him. “You look like a decent guy and I don’t want to argue with you. Just let me leave and we’d pretend last night never happened.” Liz tried to put some sense into him. “How can you say that when everything that was not supposed to happen between us happened last night?” Adrian refuted, closing the short distance between them in three big steps. Liz was rendered speechless. She gulped. He was too close. She looked elsewhere as she took a step back. “Listen, I’m not qualified for this job.” Liz tried again, looking back at him. “If you get someone who’s not willing to do the

Adrian Moore noticed a little smear of peanut butter at the side of her mouth. Nodding, he pointed at his cheek, “You’ve made a little mess.” And then, pointed at her face from across the room. “Oh,” Liz got herself a napkin and pressed it against her lips. Smiling cheekily, she asked, “Is it okay now?” Adrian shook his head. “It’s right there,” he pointed at his right cheek. Since they were sitting facing each other, Liz thought he meant her left cheek so she dabbed her left cheek to clean it up but then, Adrian shook his head once again, so, she pulled the napkin away from her face. Confused, Liz stopped munching with her hand hanging mid-air when Adrian got up and closed the short distance between them. She watched him lean down until his face would be almost leveled with hers and held her wrist. Forcing the food in her mouth down her throat, she locked gazes with him. He guided her hand towards her right cheek. Liz felt awkward with him being so close to her face when there w

Liz Walters frowned in confusion. “My money, what money…? I’ve got nothing. Don’t you know?” She asked him through gritted teeth. “And don’t call me sweetheart,” she whispered angrily. “I have a name.” “Chill, woman!” He held her shoulders and lowered his face to her level, forcing her to meet his eyes. “I’ll deduct it from your salary.” “My salary…? How much will all of this cost?” She pursed her lips in disapprovement, glancing at the counter filled with clothes with fearful eyes before meeting his eyes back again. “Not much,” Adrian said slowly as though thinking about his choice of words. “Come on, she’s packing the clothes. We can get going now.” Shaking her head tiredly, she followed behind him. Leaning against the counter and looking at her joining him, he asked the lady, “Did you get the tops?” “Yes, Mr. Moore.” The lady replied politely as she packed the remaining clothes. It was a lot but she was fast. “This dress… didn’t I tell you to get the two of them,” he exclaime

Liz Walters left them outside, heading straight to her room to call it a night but then, Adrian hollered out to her, sounding very close to her bedroom door. “What?” She huffed but still went to open the door for him. Instead of seeing Adrian‘s face, a huge mountain of piled up bags greeted her. She opened her mouth to speak but before she could utter anything, it moved – the mountain of bags – moved. She was forced to step to the side, letting him walk in. How the hell was he carrying all those stuffs altogether? “No –” she cried out. Not on the bed! She wanted to say but the words died down in her throat when she saw all of it tumbling down on her bed. No! She pouted. Where will she sleep? She was exhausted and to think that she would have to sort out those clothes before sleeping made her just want to cry. “Not the bed,” her mouth turned down. “The sooner you arrange those clothes in your closet and throw out whatever needs to be thrown away, the better it’ll be for the both o