THE CEO

The Night Party

When Freya arrived at her destination, she carefully stepped out of her car and inspected the surroundings, which appeared to be colorful and lively, with ladies dressed in gorgeous gowns and guys in perfect suits.

She stepped into the hall accompanied by her boyfriend Matthew. She looked over at him as she noticed he was not focused on her, he appeared distracted by other ladies, she couldn't blame him because it wasn't his fault. They were really lovely, even she, as a lady, couldn't take her gaze away from them.

She and Matthew were ready to sit when she accidentally trod on his toes. "Watch it, young woman," he remarked in a hushed tone, which made her shiver slightly.

"I am sorry; I did not mean it, and you are aware of this," she replied.

"You should have been more careful," he stated to her in a disrespectful tone.

She watched the succession of events that occurred and appeared to enjoy every minute of it; various awards were handed to everyone, and she wished she were in that position.

A man clad in a grey suit approached Matthew and spoke quietly to his ears. She could hardly hear him.

Thirty minutes later, Matthew stood up and left. She asked him about the problem, but he didn't answer; maybe he'd be back soon, she convinced herself as she sat to enjoy the party.

The celebration was about to close as everyone found a partner to dance with. She searched for her phone and brought it out of her bag to ring his number, but he did not answer. She texted him numerous times asking where he was, but she received no response.

She was frustrated and about to cry until she received a text from him stating that he had left the event due to an urgent matter and that she could take a cab home.

She battled to contain her emotions as she poured herself a drink to soothe her anxieties. It succeeded a little, but not enough, as she chose to pour herself another bottle while everyone else appeared to be in their opposite partner's arms.

"Are you okay, my lady?" she said as she noticed a young gorgeous man with light skin, black hair combed backward, blue ocean eyes, and a pink lower lip.

"I am fine, nothing is wrong," she murmured as he examined her face. She appeared to be worried, but it didn't make her any less lovely; she was beautiful, and something about her aroused something in him.

Was it her hazel eyes, her long black hair practically brushed backward, or her red-pink lips? He couldn't take his gaze away from them.

She appeared to be caught in those ocean eyes as she attempted to maintain her posture; what was it about him that made her belle weak, she wondered.

He said, "May I have this dance?" as he reached out to her and sensually slow music filled the hall.

They slowly stood up, taking in each other's features; she was at shoulder level, so she could see his broad arms, and he was holding her by the waist, so she could feel his perfectly built chest.

He felt her perfectly slim little waist; she had a nice figure that could turn heads, but he wondered why she acted like there was nothing special about her.

He said, "I'm Desmond; could you tell me yours?" She answered, "Freya, I'm Freya James," in a soft, quiet voice that caused his heart to race.

"What on earth is a gorgeous lady like you doing here by herself?" He asked with curiosity.

She had nearly forgotten about her problems with Matthew, her lover. Suddenly her mood lifted and she was back to reality with his query. She wasn't even sure how to tell him that her so-called boyfriend had abandoned her; she didn't even know what to say.

He thought to himself that no man would leave her here, so he added, "It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it, Freya." She couldn’t be left by a man here. He thought to himself, of course, no man would leave such a gorgeous lady all to herself, perhaps she came on her own.

While dancing, he received a call from his mother asking about his whereabouts and if he was fine. He answered affirmatively and asked about his father, who had taken his meds and slept off.

He had no reason to worry because his father was not awake and had already taken his drugs. He was about to return his phone to his pocket when another call came in from Bella. He had almost forgotten he was betrothed to her.

"Excuse me, please," he said to Freya before picking up his phone. "Does he have a girlfriend?" she wondered to herself. Who was she to judge? "Of course one who has a glass house should not throw stones at it".

She couldn't help herself from becoming jealous.

"Stop, Freya, you just met this guy" she murmured to herself as she was becoming heated up. He seemed to be taking a long time; it was only two minutes, but it felt like two hours to her.

"Could it be she has fallen for this guy already?" All these questions were rushing through her mind.

Desmond noticed Freya becoming heated up, and despite her attempts to hide it, he could see right through her. Bella wanted to know where he was and demanded a date for the next day; the next day was a Tuesday, which was a work day, so he couldn't accommodate him, as they eventually agreed on a day on Friday.

Bella couldn't ruin this moment for him; sooner or later, they'd break things off, so he put the phone back in his pocket and moved over to Freya."I apologize for delaying you; I simply needed to answer my calls," he remarked quietly to her.

"It's fine, Desmond"...oh how he adored the sound of his name coming from those lips of hers; he knew it wasn't fine, even though she tried, and he wanted to make amends.

"Can I take you somewhere else?" he offered, praying quietly in his mind that she would not decline his offer. She looked at him with a straight expression, "I hope she wasn't getting the wrong impression.

"Oh it's nothing freya, I just want to apologize for what I did more appropriately" he replied with a grin.

"You don't do that, Demond," she laughed softly; this girl was mesmerizing.

"Oh no, I insist," he responded as they chuckled softly and walked carefully to his car. "Entering into his car was another different feeling entirely, she has not entered a vehicle like that before".

He smiled at her and held her hands lightly as they drove away to another spot.

When she arrived at the destination, she noticed it was Marie Resort; could this be true? She had always wanted to visit this area, which had a beautiful garden and colorful waterfalls that glowed beautifully at night.

They alighted from the car as he guided her to the location and reserved a private garden.

He took her to the garden, where they sat and enjoyed the pleasant breeze; she appreciated the view, which was lovely. "Do you like it here?" He inquired with worry.

"Of course, I like it here; it's beautiful," she responded, her eyes shining brightly. He realized she was being honest and had a big smile on her face.

As they sat in the private garden, Desmond asked Freya about her interests and hobbies. She mentioned her love for reading and writing, and he shared his passion for photography and traveling. They discovered they had a lot in common, including a sense of adventure and a desire to explore new places.

Desmond excused himself to order some drinks, and Freya took the opportunity to observe him from a distance. She couldn't help but notice the way he carried himself with confidence and grace. His smile was captivating, and his eyes seemed to sparkle when he laughed.

When he returned with their drinks, they continued their conversation, delving deeper into their thoughts and aspirations. Freya found herself feeling comfortable and at ease with Desmond, as if she had known him for years.

As the night wore on, they decided to take a stroll through the resort's gardens, enjoying the cool breeze and the sound of waterfalls in the distance. Desmond pointed out various plants and flowers, sharing his knowledge of botany, and Freya listened intently, impressed by his intelligence.

As they walked, their arms brushed against each other, sending shivers down Freya's spine. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards Desmond, and she sensed he felt the same way.

Eventually, they found themselves at the edge of a beautiful lake, surrounded by towering trees and lush greenery. Desmond suggested they take a boat ride, and Freya agreed, feeling a sense of excitement and adventure.

As they glided across the lake, Desmond pointed out constellations in the night sky, sharing stories about the myths and legends behind them. Freya listened, captivated by his voice and the magic of the moment.

When they returned to the shore, Desmond walked Freya back to his car, his arm casually slung over her shoulder. She didn't object, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his presence.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Freya," he said, his voice low and husky. "Would you like to do it again sometime soon?"

Freya smiled, her heart racing. "I'd love to," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Suddenly there was a silence between them as the air blew stronger, strands of her hair covered her eyes as he stretched his hands to tuck them behind her eyes.

At that moment, their eyes locked, and they couldn’t take their eyes off each other as he leaned slowly, placed his mouth on hers, and kissed them softly before drawing back a bit. He stared at her eyes to see if there was any objection, but he didn’t get any.

She looked deep into his eyes after the kiss. It was mind-blowing, “should she be doing this” she thought to herself. She had just met this man, and despite that fact she still wanted him. She stared at his lips as she drew his head closer and kissed him back.

He held her closer to him as he held her hair passionately. The kiss deepened as the heat grew through them. Luckily for him, he was a tight boxer, making his b***r oblivious.

As he kissed her neck, Freya felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this moment. Desmond's lips were soft and gentle, and his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body. She leaned her head back, allowing him to explore her neck and earlobes further.

Desmond's hands traced the curves of her body, sending sparks of electricity through her skin. He was taking his time, savoring every moment, and Freya was grateful for that. She didn't want this night to end.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Freya felt a connection she had never felt before. It was as if they were meant to be together, meant to share this moment.

He searched her eyes for any objection, but all he saw was desires from her desire. With tender care, Desmond scooped her up in his arms, cradling her like a precious treasure, and carried her towards the resort room. Freya felt like a weightless, cherished bundle, enveloped in his warm embrace as he effortlessly transported her to their intimate sanctuary.