My CEO Obsession

Chapter 4

ALAIA POV

After an hour, I finally arrived at my house. I dropped all my stuff on the couch and sank into it with a heavy sigh, the events of the previous night playing on a loop in my mind.

Ring**** My phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. It was Brenda.

I picked it up, and before I could say anything, she cut me off, her voice bubbling with guilt and excitement. “Alaia, where are you?! I'm so sorry for leaving you alone yesterday. You won’t believe it—I met a hot guy, and we ended up having s*x. Can you imagine?”

I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. “That sounds like quite a night,” I replied.

“What about you? I saw you with a really hot guy last night. Did you two have s*x?” she asked, her voice full of curiosity.

I chuckled. “Yeah, I’m home now. And yes, we had s*x. At his place.”

"OMG, at his house!? You're kidding me, you know what?" she exclaimed.

“What?” I asked, amused by her excitement.

“If a guy brings a girl to his house for that, it means he must really like her,” she said, her tone serious.

I laughed at her statement. “You’re silly, Brenda. How can he have feelings for me if we just met last night? But I will say he was quite the gentleman. He even sent me back to my car this morning.”

Brenda’s voice was filled with admiration. “You’re lucky to have met him. Did you get his number?”

“Why would I have his number? I'm trying to forget about last night. Talk to you later, Brenda. I need to freshen up.”

With that, she apologized again for leaving me and promised to treat me to dinner next time. Her innocent behavior made it impossible to be mad at her.

I hung up and headed to my bedroom, grabbing a towel and walking to the bathroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a face that looked both worn out and deeply content. As I took off his shirt, I gasped at the sight of the many hickeys on my chest. I hadn’t noticed them before.

I sighed, "This man is something else."

As I touched my chest, vivid memories of last night came flooding back. His touch, his kisses, the way he made me feel—it was all so intense. Without realizing it, I closed my eyes and started to moan softly, lost in the sensations.

“What are you thinking, Alaia? You should forget about last night. It was a mistake,” I said to myself, shaking off the thoughts. I then took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of the night. It was time to relax and prepare for the new day, as I would be starting work again tomorrow.

After the shower, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and wandered back to the living room. The house felt unusually quiet, amplifying the buzz of emotions still swirling inside me. I decided to distract myself by making a cup of coffee, hoping the familiar routine would ground me.

As I sipped my coffee, I couldn’t help but replay every moment of the night before. Eiser was captivating, but I had to be practical. We barely knew each other, and whatever happened was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Yet, something about him lingered in my thoughts, making it hard to push him out of my mind.

Determined to shake off the feeling, I decided to call Brenda back and accept her offer for dinner. Maybe a night out with her would be exactly what I needed to reset and move forward.

After agreeing to meet Brenda later, I spent the rest of the day tidying up my apartment and preparing for the week ahead. By evening, I felt more in control and ready to face whatever came next.

EISER POV

After dropping her off, a sudden emptiness washed over me, as if she had taken a part of my soul with her. When I opened my eyes that morning, she was already awake and searching for her clothes on the floor, but I had torn her dress last night in the heat of passion. When I greeted her, she looked startled and gave me an unpleasant look, trying to cover herself with the torn dress.

Seeing my hickeys all over her chest gave me a sense of satisfaction. I told her she didn’t need to cover herself since I had already seen her naked. She then asked me to forget about last night and said she didn’t want to meet again in the future. I walked over, still naked, and looked straight into her mesmerizing brown eyes.

"What if I don’t want to forget about last night and want to meet you again?" I challenged. She responded with a demanding voice, "It’s up to you to forget or not. Can I have some clothes?"

Oh dear, how could I forget something so memorable and precious? She had no idea that we would meet again soon. I went to my wardrobe, picked out a plain white shirt, and handed it to her. I told her where the bathroom was, and she followed my instructions to change. While she was in the bathroom, I got dressed and instructed my driver to prepare the car at the entrance.

We both went downstairs, got into the car, and I drove to the club where we met yesterday. When we arrived, she seemed confused, having forgotten she had left her car there. I explained what happened, and she recalled the events of the previous night.

When she wanted to get out of the car, I stopped her and went around to open the door for her. She got out, and I closed the distance between us, looking deeply into her eyes. "Thank you for last night. It was unforgettable, and we will meet again," I told her. I noticed her confused expression, smiled, and winked at her before leaving.

As I drove home, only God knew how badly I wanted to press my lips to hers again and taste her softness. When I arrived, I asked the maid to bring my breakfast to my room. Looking at my bed, memories of last night came flooding back.

As I was about to lie down, I noticed a little blood in the middle of the mattress. I smiled, knowing it was her first time. "Well, I will make you mine, Alaia. I will never let you go," I vowed. With that thought, I called my most trusted man, Marco.

"Marco, I need you to find out everything about Alaia. I want updates on everything she does," I instructed.

"Consider it done, boss," Marco replied, understanding the gravity of my request.

The rest of the day, I couldn't focus on anything. My mind was filled with thoughts of her—the way she moved, the sound of her voice, the softness of her skin. I needed to know more about her, to understand what made her so intoxicating.