My One True Love

Ethan's POV I tapped my fingers rapidly on my office desk, with my chin on my other hand. My personal assistant, Lee, stood there as beads of sweat formed on his temple. He knew my mood, and it was far from pleasant. “ We'll do our best to find her, there's still hope. We have men working…,” “ How many weeks has it been since Tracey left?” I asked without looking at him. “ Sir?” “ I asked, how many weeks has it been since Tracey left?” I repeated myself this time, playing around with the series of pendulums. “ Three weeks, sir,” he quaked as he answered. “ And how long have you been searching for her?” I went on. He remained silent for a while, fearing his own answer. “ Three… Three weeks sir,” he closed his eyes expecting the worst. “ You had one job to do, and you just had to mess it up. How long does it take to find a person, especially when it's a girl?” I said in frustration. “ I mean, girls can't do without shopping,” I stated the obvious. “ It's a lot harder than I expected, sir. There has been no sign of her, and we've tried tracking her phone, but she didn't take it along to wherever she went,” he justified himself. “ People who always give excuses, hmm…,” I paused, still swinging my pendulum. “ I don't think the task is difficult, maybe you're the one not competent enough for the job,” I looked at him. “ I apologize for my incompetence, sir. I'll do a better job, I promise,” he did a ninety degrees bow. “ Fake promises,” I said, tapping my fingers nonchalantly on my desk. “ Whatever, just get more people and make sure to sniff her out, no matter where she is,” I never intended to fire him. He had been my right-hand man and personal assistant since I was in senior high. I rather have someone who I can trust even if he can be an i***t at times, than a genius that I'll be wary of. “ Yes, sir,” he finally relaxed. “ How is the party preparation going?” I inquired. “ Everything is in place and will be perfect for tonight,” he assured me. “ Alright then, make sure everything is perfect. I don't want a single error to occur, my reputation is on the line,” I reminded him. I was inviting dignitaries and couldn't afford to let a mistake happen. “ I'll make sure of that, sir,” he bowed. “ What is my schedule like today?” “ Well, you're supposed to be at an opening event today,” he scrolled through his tablet. “ And when is that?” “ A few minutes from now,” “ Let's get going then.” * * * Hazel's POV I watched as things were being carried out and in. Everywhere was going to be perfect for the party we had been working so hard on since morning. “ Momo, do you know the reason for the party?” I realized that I had no idea what the occasion called for, and if anyone knew it would be Momo. “ I can't believe that you don't even know basic knowledge,” she scoffed. “ Is that even considered as knowledge?” I raised my brows at her. “ Knowledge is perceptive,” she defended. “ And anyway, it's a party to mark the end of a successful collaboration,” she always knew. “ No wonder it has to be this grand,” I gasped. “ No, that's not why, genius. Rich people normally host expensive parties regardless, but that's not what's on my mind,” she said, making a twirl. “ What is?” “ Finding my prince charming tonight,” she squealed. “ You know they won't notice you, right?” Why would a bunch of rich, proud, handsome ever notice a maid? “ Don't jinx me, I may be the modern Cinderella,” she chuckled. Momo was definitely insane. Mrs. Amanda clapped her hands to get our attention. “ Attention, ladies,” she addressed us. “ The party is about to start, and I want you all to do your very best, no mistakes should happen. That'll be all for now,” she dismissed us. “ Let's go and get ready,” Momo pulled me by the wrist. “ Is there a need to get ready?” I shouted at her as she pulled me excitedly across the room. Momo was more than crazy. “ That's why you're a still a single pringle,” she said. We were both single, so what exactly was her aim? _______________________________________________ The party was in full check with the lights rotating and dignitaries toasting and socializing, we had done an exceptional job. Justin had just finished giving a speech and making an official toast. “ Hazel?” I heard Mrs. Amanda's voice as she walked up besides me. “ Ma,” I answered. “ We, too, deserve some relaxation. Here, have this,” she said, giving me one of the wine goblets in her hand. “ Thank you, ma,” I appreciated, taking it from her hand. “ Why don't I get any?” Momo frowned. “ Haha, you can always get for yourself. I would have brought for you too if I had three hands,” she laughed. “ I wasn't being serious about it,” Momo scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “ I should be the one getting you a drink.” “ I don't mind at all,” she reassured Momo. “ Toast?” She looked at me. “ Toast,” I beamed as our glasses clinked. I gulped down my wine, it was refreshing. Now I see the difference between expensive wine and cheap wine. After the toast and our idle talk, we began to attend to the guests once more. Serving them sweet deserts. As I served, I spotted CEO Ethan in a corner, crouching. Something was not right. “ Sir, are you alright?” I approached him. “ It's okay, I'm fine,” he shooed me away. “ But you don't look fine,” I worried. I had never seen him in this sorry state. “ It's just a headache,” “ Why don't I help you upstairs, so you can rest?” I volunteered. “ There's no need for…,” I put his hand over my shoulders and helped him up. He couldn't be seen vulnerable like this. I helped him up the stairs, and it felt like he had transferred his dizziness to me if that was possible. Keeping myself together, I was able to bring him to his room. Once inside, I lay him on the bed and began breathing hard and clutching my chest. I couldn't explain the feeling I was having. “ Since you're alright, I'll be leaving,” I said to Ethan, who didn't look like he was conscious anymore. Maybe he had too much alcoholic wine. I felt a tug at my wrist the moment I got up from the bed. I tried my best to free myself from his grip. “ Sir, you're holding me too tight,” I told him. “ Stay the night with me,” his words caught me off guard. Did I mishear him? “ I… I don't know how to…,” he pulled me in for a kiss. Twisting his neck, he pulled my mouth to his for a long, passionate, wet kiss, sucking my tongue until my vision turned white around the edges. I wanted to resist his touch, but my body said otherwise. “ Spend the night with me,” he brushed his lips against my neck, his breathy voice caressing it as well, evoking the weirdest of feelings and sensations. I could feel my body heat up and my judgement get cloudy, all I wanted now was to quench the heat I was feeling inside. Taking my silence as a yes, he pushes me backwards, and we're lying down, making out. As he twisted his tongue around mine, a moaning sound escaped my lips. He was a good kisser. He lifted his head for a moment, raising himself up on his arms enough for us to make eye contact, but I desperately wanted his incredibly talented tongue working its magic in my mouth. Knotting my fists in his shirt, I pulled him hard against me. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his hand was everywhere as we tangled up in bed kissing like our lives depended on it. Our clothes were off, and he didn't hesitate to straddle my n*****s between his lips while groping the other—I let out another gasp of moan. And when I least expected it, I felt his tongue mop up the slimy liquid between my legs as he caressed every part down there marvelously. He knew just how to make me moan. Pressing his mouth between my legs, clutching my butt in his hand, making me gasp and ride against him as his tongue moved all over me, I knew what was coming soon – a thrust. I felt his length bury itself into me, it was long and thick – thick to the point of doubting if it could actually fit down there. With my eyes rolled back and my breaths becoming heavier, I danced to the rhythms of his thrusts as I moaned endlessly. * * * I squinted my eyes open as the blinding rays of the sun sipped through the window, the room looked different. Where was I? My head ached badly. “ Urgh, my head hurts,” I held my head as I sat up. “ Momo?” I looked around, but it wasn't my room, it was a lot bigger and definitely fancier. My heart raced when I remembered whose room this was… Ethan's. Looking down at the bedsheet, I was stack naked – the only covering being the sheets I was under. Oh no, I had messed up big time. How did I end up having s*x with my boss? I buried my face in my palms, full of regret and embarrassment. I had no idea what had happened last night between us. Furthermore, I heard the rushing sound of water, which made me stare at the bathroom door. The bathroom door opened and Ethan stood by the door, staring back at me. His hair dripped water and the water drops on his body made him look sexier. What was I thinking? I closed my eyes, I had really messed up big time and even after escaping his wrath last time, I still entered found a way to put myself in trouble. He walked towards me and I shivered. “ I… I-I,” I had no idea how to start my apology. How was I going to explain myself to him now? “ Ever since the first day you came into my room without permission, I knew you were desperate to climb into my bed,” his words stabbed through me. Did he think I took advantage of him while he was drunk? “ It's not what you think,” I said as tears rolled down my cheeks. I wanted to say more, but I couldn't, my throat had frozen up. “ It's not what I think? Tell me about it,” he scoffed. “ Then how exactly did I sleep with you?” “ I don't know. I have no idea what happened, but I swear, I know I wouldn't force myself on you,” I defended, still crying. “ So, are you insinuating that I compelled you to have s*x with me?” He frowned. “ That's not what I mean,” I defended. “ It's like you've forgotten your status, why would I ever stoop so low to sleep with a maid?” He was brutally honest. Honest in the sense that why would he ever sleep with someone like me intentionally? He climbed onto the bed and crawled up my lower body to meet me, our faces just a few inches away. Placing his chin on my shoulder, he took my hand and used it to caress his body, even placing it against his bulge. My heart rate increased and for some reason, what he did aroused me – this wasn't the time for my body to be messing up. “ And yet, you want to convince me that you didn't do it on purpose,” he scoffed. He had felt the rush of excitement I had the moment my hand touched his bulge. “ Consider yourself lucky enough for your first time to be taken by me,” he said, getting off the bed. “ And unlike you that is shameless, I can't take your first time and just kick you out. Not that I wouldn't still fire you, but not just now. I'll be waiting for you to slip up and give me a good reason to terminate your employment,” I had officially entered his black books. “ I'm s…,” “ Get out of my sight,” he didn't let me even apologize before kicking me out. In his eyes, I was no different from those gold digging girls. I picked up my clothes and hurriedly got changed. “ Go downstairs, Butler Brown will give you some drugs to take. I can't risk it,” he instructed and said in spite. It hurt to think that he didn't deem me worthy to carry his child, even if I didn't want to. I bowed my head and rushed out in tears. * * * *