THE CEO’S UNPLANNED HEIR

CHAPTER TWO

ISABELLA

"What are you doing back here?" Maxwell's voice cut through the stairwell, too loud for the small space.

"Did you follow me?"

"That wasn't what I asked, Miss Hayes."

Hayes.

He had never used my surname like that before. Not once in two years. Hearing it now made me feel less like a woman he'd chased into a stairwell and more like an employee about to be written up.

"I needed air, Mr. Blackwood." I pushed myself up off the floor, wiping my face with the back of my hand, willing my legs to hold.

His eyes dropped from my face to the bottle still hanging from my fingers.

"You know how much this event means to me. You couldn't pause whatever this is for a few hours?"

I lowered my eyes.

Of course. The gala. The guests. The investors. Everything that mattered to Maxwell Blackwood, laid out in order.

I tightened my grip on the bottle. "I know."

"Then why are you on a stairwell floor with an entire bottle of tequila?"

"I said I needed air."

"You also said you were fine."

"When did I say that?"

"Every time someone asked if something was wrong."

His voice had gone quiet, which was somehow worse than if he'd shouted.

"I'm fine, Mr. Blackwood."

"You're drunk."

"I know."

"And you're crying too."

I hadn't even realized not until he said it. My fingers found my cheek, wet, mascara probably halfway down my face by now.

"It's nothing."

He stepped closer. "Then why does it look like something?"

An inch separated us now. Maybe less.

Maxwell reached into his jacket and held out a handkerchief. It smelled like him — cedar, and something underneath that I didn't have a name for. I stared at it before I took it.

Why was he being kind to me right now, of all nights?

"Boyfriend problems?"

I shook my head. Didn't matter anyway. Jeff had already made his choice.

It was my mother's hospital bill that sat like a stone in my chest — the one thing tequila couldn't touch, no matter how much of it I drank.

"No. Family problems. Nothing I can't handle."

"You don't have to handle everything alone, Miss Hayes. When something's out of your control, it's all right to let someone help."

As if I had anyone left who could.

I swallowed and forced my mouth into something like a smile. "I'll be okay, Mr. Blackwood. Go on back down, I didn't mean to ruin your night. I just need a minute."

He didn't move.

Instead, he reached toward my face and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, slow, like he had all the time in the world.

My breath caught in my throat.

Then his fingers found my chin and lifted it, until there was nowhere left to look but at him.

The small distance between us shrank even smaller.

I was high. Too high to trust a single thought running through my head. But I knew one thing for certain, I had never been this close to my boss before.

His thumb finally came to rest against my lower lip. I could smell every bit of him — something clean and expensive I’d never let myself notice until right now and suddenly I was far too aware of how close we actually were.

“Let’s get out of our heads for a little while.”

“No, I can’t,” I whispered, goosebumps rising fast across my skin.

He kissed me, soft and gentle at first. I kissed him back.

And for that one blurred moment, every single problem I had disappeared.

I couldn’t just smell him anymore, I could taste him. f**k, I hadn’t felt like this in ages.

He kissed with a kind of hunger, mouth trailing down my neck, along my jaw, like he wanted all of me at once. I was sure he could taste the cheap perfume I’d sprayed on his evening — worlds away from whatever he usually had against his lips.

Slowly he grabbed me by the waist with one hand, the other hand brushing through my hair. Our mouths stayed locked together, like neither of us wanted to be the one to pull away first.

My dress was hiked up to my waist now, and my breath was coming in short, jagged gaps.

Slowly he pushed both my legs farther away from each other.

It was only a matter of few seconds before he realized I had no panties on, God I hated panties.

Finally his hands landed on the heat of my p***y. “No panties huh, nasty girl”

“f**k,” my p***y throbbed .

“f**k, you are so wet, dripping for daddy” .

His hands moved passionately around my clits, making my p***y extra sensitive. Jeff was right, I didn’t feel this way with him.

His fingers were moving fast, f**k I could hear the sound of my p***y fart as his fingers were moving in on them.

He used his other hand to yank out my breasts and instantly his tongue landed on one.

“f**k,ahhh” I breathed slowly around his neck.

He sucked both breasts with intense hunger, my n*****s were already pointed so hard, he slapped my boobs as he continued sucking them.

This was insane. How did I get here, with my boss of all people?

I tried to stop, tried to pull back but every attempt at resistance dissolved the second his hands moved again. I could feel myself near orgasm.

Slowly he went down on me, sucking my dripping wet p***y, his mouth remained on my c**t, sucking my cunt, I was gasping for air now. But he didn’t stop, didn’t even spare me a glance, his fingers were moving in circular motions in and out while his mouth remained on my c**t. He was drinking me in.

I could feel his saliva coating me, making every movement slippery and intense.

The friction was driving me insane, my walls were clamping down on his fingers.

Suddenly he pulled out.

“Tell me to stop Hayes, just say the word”

I couldn’t, not after what he had just done to me, I desperately wanted his c**k buried inside of me now,filling me up completely.

“Don’t you f*****g move Hayes”

His voice complicated things more, I was dripping fresh again. He stepped back, slowly he unbuckled his belts, his pants dropped.

Fuck he was big, thick and long. He stood a few inches from me and stroked his d**k while making eye contact with me. It was torture, he kept stroking while he reached for his wallet.

He tore open a condom with his teeth then casually gripping my hips, leaving me pinned against the cold walls, then positioned himself properly, slapping his c**k against my p***y like he was asking for permission to go in. Then slowly he filled himself in me.

“f**k, you are tight, he groaned. “so f*****g tight”.

He kept going, thrusting his waist slowly, then suddenly he became faster throwing me off balance, gripping my butt cheeks with both hands.

“Right there, ahhh—just like—that daddy” I didn’t know when those words began to come out, my vision became blurry.

“Stay with me” he barked, his eyes darker with lust.

He was pounding so hard beneath me, each cry, each moan made him pound me harder, not realizing the condom had broken. The pleasure was insane.

“Come for daddy”. He commanded.

“Arrrhh, f**k yes”. I moaned, biting my lower lip.

Almost immediately I did, I fought so hard to avoid screaming across the stairwell but I just couldn’t hold back.

“Urrghh” he followed just seconds after me, filing me up completely, for a moment we stayed pressed together, breathing so hard like we had just finished a marathon race.

Then he pulled away.

Almost as though he had just snapped out of some kind of trance, Maxwell became the unfazed CEO again.The warmth disappeared from his expression almost instantly.

He hurriedly fixed his clothes and moved toward the door without looking back.

I remained against the cold wall, struggling to catch my breath and make sense of what had just happened.

“This never happened,” he said faintly.

My heart sank straight to my feet.

Typical Maxwell.

He left before I could say anything. The door closed behind him, leaving me alone with the silence.

I slowly sank down against the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor. My hands trembled as I stared at them. What the hell had I just done?

He was my boss. My billionaire boss.

The man I had worked for for two years.

And somehow, in one reckless moment, I had crossed a line I had never even imagined approaching. I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the wall.

It was only then that it hit me—I had just made a complete fool of myself.