Captured by the Randy CEO

Stalked

Christine gulped.

She was wet and not just that. Behind the silk gown, her n*****s had hardened.

There is no need for that, sir," she objected. "I won't strip myself naked for you."

He kissed her neck and trailed down her neck to her shoulders with his tongue.

"I love you, Christine," he groaned and leaned in to kiss her again.

She shied away and turned her face. When she faced him again, he had a hurt look on his face.

"There are people waiting for us downstairs and they'll ask questions if we are gone for too long," she said, trying desperately to reason with him.

She didn't want to spend another moment in the restroom with him and she also didn't want to get him offended.

"You're right, Christine," Alan said with an understanding that left Christine perplexed. "I promised to keep our relationship professional. My mistake. I'm sorry."

Then he walked out, the soles of his brogues clacking on the tiles.

When she returned to the main banquet hall where all the guests were, Alan was engaging in a conversation with Leah. She moved closer and was just in time to hear Alan announce his wish to leave.

"Congratulations, Leah," he said.

"Aw, thank you so much, Alan," Leah blushed.

"It's a wonderful hotel and I would have loved to stay, but I have important business to attend to."

Leah's face dropped. She had hoped he would stay then she would give him a preferential treatment and then spend some quality time with him. To talk.

Then if she showed enough flesh, and left little to his imagination, then she should end in his bed.

"Can your personal assistant stay a little longer?"

It was Francesco.

He threw his head back and burst into a racuous, lewd laughter as soon as he made the statement so he did not notice the scowl Alan shot him.

"Well, if she wants to, I can't stop her."

His words shocked Christine. He left her in her state of confusion and sauntered out of the room. She stared at his retreating figure in apprehension. Even though he had given her a permission to stay back, his body dared her to stay back.

"Well, I'm sorry, sir. It's been an hectic day and I would like to go home now," she said and before they could say anything, she was already walking to the exit.

As she stepped out, the cold hit her immediately. Their ride was yet to be brought out front so she had to wait in the cold with him.

He was not affected by the cold as the suit kept him warm while Christine had to rub her palms together to keep warm. She looked at Alan from the corner of her eyes. He had a straight face like she was not even by his side. She wasn't expecting him to give her his jacket but she wished he did. It was freezing.

As soon as the limousine was out, she rushed to it, forgetting him. He joined her without a word.

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In the silence that filled the car as they drove, Alan berated himself. He had promised not to lose control, not to do anything. They had a deal, a deal he had promised to keep but he just couldn't forget the feel of her soft breasts on his chest or the moans that escaped from her lips each time he hit her G-spot.

When she walked out of that dressing room in the gown, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and back into the room and make her scream for everyone to hear.

But he had it all under control until the men in the party started to stare at her. Especially that dog, Francesco, who ogled her breasts so openly not even minding that his wife was right there by his side. His jealousy had consumed him and he had lost control.

And now that she was seated beside him, the air was suddenly filled with so much tension. His eyes moved slowly to her and rested on her exposed thighs. He ogled the sexy legs out of the corner of his eyes for sometime without letting her notice.

His c**k budged and bobbed in excitement and he had to place his hands slowly over his pants to suppress the defiant d**k.

Christine's exposed thighs continued to oppress him till the limo halted a few metres away from her house.

"Thank you, sir. I really had a wonderful time," she said as she got out.

Alan wished she had said this after he had made her c*m all over his Egyptian cotton bedsheets.

"Goodnight," he said with a smile.

She smiled back and returned the greeting.

He told the chauffeur to wait and stared in admiration at her petite curvy figure as she walked in the direction of her house. He wished he had gotten another chance to get his c**k in her wet sweet hole.

He continued to stare at the wooden door for a few minutes after she had disappeared into her house. Then he collected himself after he caught the chauffeur spying curiously at him through the rearview mirror.

"You can move," he told the chauffeur.

The chauffeur engaged gear immediately and the car spluttered to life.

"Wait a minute. Stop," Alan ordered. His keen eyes had caught something. Movement.

It looked like someone was hiding behind the flower hedges.

He was right.

The leaves rustled and suddenly, someone in a black hoodie stood from where he crouched behind the flowers and walked to Christine's door.

Alan wondered who he was. He was quite familiar.

The man stood at the door and tried in vain to open it. Then he turned and walked round the house going for the back door.

Alan alighted and started for Christine's door. He walked slowly, cautiously, but when he heard her release a piercing scream followed by the sound of glass and ceramic shattering, he broke into a run.

He knocked on the door but no one was forthcoming.

What was going on?