The CEO's Beautiful Disaster

~Vivian POV~ Just another day at the office of Malcolm Incorporated. Our handsome CEO Harold passed by in the hallway, smiling at everyone who greeted him with a happy birthday. I watched him enter his office, wishing he would look at me even for a few seconds. Tall, blonde, handsome and rich, he is the complete package. An absolute eye candy. I had a crush on him. Who doesn't? Admiring him from afar has always been my pastime. Well, I know every single woman in our office had a crush on our CEO, except Debra, my chubby cute best friend. As for me, he will never see me as his love interest because I'm just a cleaning lady in charge of cleaning our office and making coffee for our dashing CEO. So how did I end up in this job? Working as a cleaning lady for a prestigious company? Well, I can't have a high position in a company because I'm not educated enough. I only finished two years of college in business management. Yeah, I'm a college dropout. That's what they know, because that's what I told them and what I wrote on my resume. It's better to hide my past, easier that way. Besides, no one will hire me because I have an ugly scar on the right side of my face, cut with a knife. A remembrance of my dark past. I wish I could forget the pain of my past. As for who hurt me? Sigh, I don't wish to go back to memory lane right now. I just want to stay in the present time and cherish my freedom and continue admiring and fantasizing about our dashing CEO, Mr. Harold Smith. I don't know how long I will work for this company, but I will try to stay as long as I can. Harold has always been my distraction, because he reminds me so much of Alex. He can make my dark past fade into oblivion. My musings were broken when Debra, my best friend, signaled me to bring coffee into the CEO's office. Debra was Harold's secretary. I rushed to her side and asked, "Coffee macchiato or dark coffee?" "Dark coffee and make it to two cups," Debra replied. My eyebrows rose. "Why two? It's always one cup. He had a visitor?" "Yes. The visitor is hot, as hot as the sun!" Debra said, giggling. I smiled. "Who is the visitor?" "His half-brother Steve. He is the CEO of Atlas Construction & Mining Incorporated. He's already in the lobby, he'll be here in a few minutes. He will be attending Sir Harold's birthday party tonight," Debra explained. "Ah OK," I said, moving away not interested in the birthday party and the hot visitor. Even though it was already announced that everyone was invited to attend the party. I'm not coming because I will feel like an outcast, an outsider amidst the sea of beautiful people. The scar on my face destroyed my perfect flawless skin. Destroyed my confidence, my life and my soul. I took a deep breath, calming myself, not wanting to cry today. I made my way to the coffeemaker on the table and immediately made two cups of dark coffee. A few minutes later, I'm on my way to Harold's office, holding a tray. When I entered the room, I saw Harold sitting on the sofa, talking to a dark-haired guy. The men paused and looked at me. "Coffee, sir," I said politely, smiling as I placed the cup on the center table. I glance at the visitor, wanting to greet him. Our eyes met for a few seconds. He looks at me with his electrifying gaze. I quickly covered my scar with my hair. I instinctively felt the need to hide my appearance for some reason I couldn't understand. He must be the half-brother. OMG he was so handsome! He was hotter than Harold. The visitor is hunky, good looking and has a magnetic appeal. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shifted my attention to my crush. "Do you need anything, sir?" Harold shook his head and replied, "That's all. You may leave now." I picked up the tray and walked to the door. Before I left, I heard the dark haired guy ask, "Who is she?" "Our cleaning lady," Harold answered casually. "Really? She doesn't look like one," the guy commented. "She has that X factor. She emits that kind of vibe." I heard Harold laugh as if he found his brother's comment amusing. I exited the room and quickly headed to the restroom to start cleaning that area. Sigh. They must be talking about me, or joking about my scar. I shrugged. I always get that reaction from other people. Nothing new for me. I proceeded to the men's restroom and started cleaning the tiles and sink. I just finished cleaning the women's bathroom a few hours ago. I was busy cleaning the mirror when someone entered the room. Oh, it was the hot guy, Harold's brother. I looked at him, bowed my head and moved to the door to leave. "Wait, your name is Vivian, right? The company's all-around cleaning lady?" he asked, giving me once-over from head to toe, making me uncomfortable. "Yes, sir," I answered, avoiding his gaze. "Have we met before?" he asks, studying my face. I shook my head and responded, "No sir. This is the first time we have seen each other." "You look familiar. I think we've already met in the past," he finally said. I froze, surprised by his statement. My heart skips a beat. "You must have mistaken me for someone, sir," I replied nervously. "Yeah, maybe because the beautiful woman I know doesn't have a scar on her face," he agreed. "I'll take my leave, sir." I rushed to the door, and stood in the corner outside, waiting for him to leave the restroom. My heart beats faster in my rib cage. I tried racking my brain for any sign of him in my memory. But I couldn't remember him. His name and face don't ring a bell in my head. The door opened and he walked out of the door, giving me one last glance before heading back to Harold's office. I returned to the men's restroom and continued cleaning the area. I can't stop thinking about Steve. He intrigues me deeply, especially because he thought he knew me. With his imposing looks it would be impossible not to notice him. Hours passed like a blur. Office time has finally ended. Debra and I hailed a cab outside the building and went home. "Party party tonight!" Debra said in a sing song voice when we arrived at our apartment. She looks forward to attending Harold's birthday party. "We are going to dress well for the party. I can't wait to see everyone in their fabulous gowns!" she gushes excitedly. "I don't like attending the party," I said, wanting to sleep early that night. Debra shot me a glare. "No way! You will come to the party with me, whether you like it or not!" I rolled my eyes. "Yes boss." "Alright, let's get started beautifying ourselves. We only have two hours to spare," Debra said cheerily. We began dressing up. Debra insisted on applying a full-coverage foundation to my scar. I humored her to shut her up. She even forced me to wear a sexy black cocktail dress with low cleavage. Debra wore a blue gown with a high slit, her attire for the party. "Wow, you look gorgeous! You should always dress up this way every day!" Debra commented on my look, squealing in delight. I laughed, amused by her reaction. "You want me to clean the toilet bowl in this attire? Are you crazy?" I responded, grinning from ear to ear. We erupted in laughter. After spending two hours getting dolled up for the party, we stepped out of our apartment and hailed a cab, heading to our destination. Harold rented a private venue for his birthday party. When we arrived at the venue, his family, friends and girlfriend were already there, enjoying the moment. The place was equipped with a dance floor, wine bar, billiard table and comfy sofas so everyone could rest comfortably while chatting and socializing with each other. The buffet table was overflowing with delicious food, mouthwatering sweet desserts and drinks. A piece of lively music filled the air. The employees stared at me, they were shocked to see my transformation. Without a scar on my face, I looked stunning and sexy with a body to die for. They could only stare, watch and gossip behind my back. I ignored them completely. I focused my attention on Harold and his girlfriend openly kissing each other to everyone's delight. I feel sad, a bit jealous, but I have no rights. I drank several glasses of whiskey to drown my envy. I scan the area looking for Steve, Harold's good-looking brother. He's not here yet. Maybe he's not coming tonight. Two hours into the party, Debra got bored. She whispered in my ears, "It's so boring here, no one is giving attention to my chubby beauty. I'm feeling ignored. I suddenly crave a good f*****g," she said out of the blue. I looked at her. My eyes widened with amazement. "Let's go to our secret place and come back later," she suggested. "I'm sure no one will notice our absence." I giggled, amused. "Alright let's go!" We left the venue, hailed a cab and ordered the driver to take us to the red district. After a short ride, we arrived at our destination and gave the driver a good tip. We exited the car and entered the building with Therapeutic Massage Parlor signage at the entrance of the 5-story building. The place offers a wide array of foot massage, back massage, full body massage services and more. I especially liked the foot massage. It is my addiction. It relaxes me. Clients of the massage parlor can choose between plain looking, sexy women or masculine men masseurs. They wear masks on their faces to add spice and mystery while performing some kinky stuff happening behind closed doors. The fees are expensive if kinky stuff is included in the menu. Debra always chose sexy massages done by masculine men because their hands were deeply arousing and always led to explosive s*x when both parties agreed. She told me that a lot of the time she got carried away and paid extra to have s*x with her masseur. An activity she enjoyed so much. s*x with no strings attached is liberating and satisfying, which is why this place was Debra's favorite place to go to satisfy her carnal desires. "I'm going inside," Debra said after paying for a back massage session. "How about you?" "Maybe this time I will try a foot massage performed by a naked guy," I replied jokingly. Debra giggled. "About time. Go for it! See you later." "Enjoy." I watched her disappear inside the dim room at the end of the hallway. I went to the cashier and paid for a sensual foot massage by a naked masculine guy wearing a face mask, 'coz why not? I'm in the mood for a sensual foot massage right now. After paying for a one-hour foot massage, I got my room keys and proceeded to the room on the right. I entered the dim room and dropped my purse on the sofa. Sensual music filled the room. I'm alone in the room. Wait, where is my masseur? I sat on the sofa and waited. A few minutes later, a door near the bathroom opened and a shirtless denim-clad guy entered the room. His face was covered by a black mask. The kind of mask that goons wear when they are going to rob a bank. "You're late!" I said, removing my shoes, ready for a foot massage. "Sorry, I kept you waiting, sweetie," he apologized, his voice husky and rough.