Captured by the Randy CEO

Taking Care of Her

"Mr Alan," she whispered and looked at him with those innocent eyes.

He wanted to taint her, mark her skin. He wanted to mark her as his.

"What are you doing?"

He grinned.

He was busy when his nose caught the familiar aroma of pancakes and frying bacon and chicken franks. When he stepped out, seeing her made his head reel. He couldn't just remove the thought of being inside her all night, and then making breakfast the next morning, kissing and grabbing her on every part of her body.

She was so beautiful. He eyes, her lips, everything about her was so perfect.

"You need to understand that you can't just do whatever you want with me. We've talked about..."

He brought his finger to her lips, shutting her up. Then as he took his finger away, he kissed her lips. She struggled a little for a while but he didn't stop.

When he stopped, her hands moved without thought and she slapped him. He held his smarting cheek and stared at her, his expression looked like he was gravely hurt.

She was about to say something in apology when she suddenly groaned in pain, her hand flying to her abdomen.

"Are you okay?" Alan asked in concern.

She nodded painfully and winced. But she was not fine.

Not now, of all time and place.

She looked up at him, her face turning red and he understood what was going on.

She was on her period.

He placed his hand on her shoulder and led her to the couch. She lay on her back, groaning.

"Do you have your stuffs with you?" he asked and she shook her head in response.

"I'll get you something," he said and hurried back into his office. He called the management of his building.

"I need painkillers and pads brought up to my penthouse, immediately," was all he said before hanging up. He didn't care what they would think or say.

"Calm down, baby," he cooed, taking Christine's hand and caressing it tenderly.

"I'm not your baby," Christine objected.

"You still have time to worry about that?" Alan said and chuckled. Christine chuckled also despite the pain in her lower abdomen.

Room service brought the pads and everything Alan had requested. Alan grabbed them and rushed back into the room to meet Christine, her face contorted in agony.

He pulled out a blister pack of painkillers and peeled out two tablets. He gave it to her with a glass of water. She collected it and took the drugs with a grimace.

"Um," he said, flustered and chuckled nervously, fiddling with the other stuff in the bag. "I'm sorry I don't really know how this works..."

"Just give em to me," Christine said with a painful smile.

He handed them over and licked his lips. "I can help you put on the pad though," he said with a naughty, sultry hint in his voice and laughed to himself. "It would be a nice thing to see that sweet hole of yours again."

Christine squeezed her face in a mock frown and clambered into the bathroom.

"How about I just give you a full body massage?" he asked following her into the bathroom, beaming with smiles.

She stopped at the door and barred any further approach from him with her hand.

"What?" he inquired.

"You can't follow me in," she said and shut the door.

He remained there, wetting his lips with his tongue.

"Okay, just a little. Say on your hands and feet..."

"Fine," Christine mumbled.

"And your shoulders and legs..."

"No," she objected before he got the chance to extend it to a full body massage. "Only hands and feet."

"Alright, your majesty," he said and took a light bow.

He got on the bed. He hoisted her legs onto his shoulders and the large shirt she wore slid a little way down but enough to afford him a good view of her p***y. His d**k gradually toughened at the sight of the pretty thing and strained against his zipper and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Christine noticed him staring and covered herself appropriately. He groaned inwardly as he lost sight of the p***y.

He reached forward and touched her legs seductively and gradually moved his hands farther down. His fingertips were only a few centimeters away from her p***y when she stopped him.

"What is it?" he asked hurtfully. "Don't you want it?"

"I'm on my period, Alan!" she said emphatically. "Do you want me to get pregnant?"

"That will be fine," he said with a shrug.

"Well it won't be fine for me," she said. "We're not even supposed to be doing this."

"But I want to take care of you," he said like a little boy.

"If you want to take care of me, then just continue with the massage," she said.

He nodded and squirted the body oil onto his palm and rubbed gently on her feet again.

When he was done, she remained with the wince on her face but she felt slightly better.

"I'm in the mood for chocolate," Alan said. "Do you want some?"

"I want tea," she replied.

"Which one?" he asked. "We've got mint tea, green tea, and of course, matcha."

She forced a smile. "Anyone."

He disappeared for a while and returned with two steaming mugs of tea on a tray and a can of almond milk and a packet of sugar.

She collected it gratefully and started blowing on it as she sipped slowly.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked.

"A little," she said tiredly. She always had such heavy flow followed by long hours of discomfort.

"Would you like a belly rub?" he asked, expecting her to say no.

"Yes, please," she said and a big smile broke on his lips.

He picked the bottle of ointment and pulled the shirt she was wearing a little way up and started rubbing her abdomen gently. She responded to his touch with a sensual moan.

She was strange. She didn't want to have anything to do with him that wasn't business. But her body yearned for his touch and just a smile from him or the slightest touch brought all her walls down.

"I'm coming," he said and went into one of the rooms to get a warm towel. It would help calm her.

"This feels good," Christine said with a yawn as Alan placed the towel on her abdomen.

He ran his hand through her hair, removing the strands hanging on her face

It took a long while of tossing and turning before Christine finally drifted off to sleep. Alan got up and sighed.

He never knew how much women went through during that time of the month and he was we grateful that she was finally asleep.

He smiled as a naughty thought crept into his head. He raised his hand and dropped it slowly on her breasts. He moaned at the soft feel of the luscious mounds on his fingers. His fingers remained on her breasts for a while before he stood up and made his way into the kitchen. As he took the pot cover off, he was hit right in the nose by the aroma of good stir fry spaghetti.

He helped himself to some food and as he ate, he felt fulfilled, like a sweet boyfriend who had just helped his woman. He did the dishes and returned to the room.

Christine was still sleeping.

He climbed on the bed as quietly as he could and brought her closer to himself. She wrapped her arms around him also and nestled into him like he was a giant teddy bear.

As he held her in his arms, he couldn't help but think about he wanted to be the one to put her to sleep every day she had her menstruation, and wake up right next to her in the morning.

He made the decision right on the spot.

Screw the protocol and the business ethics crap. He was going to ask Christine to be his girlfriend.