The CEO Is Obsessed With Me

The Bucket List

The night was young and the dance floor seemed to burn under my heels.

“Go Aurelia!” My coworker, Olivia, cheered me on from the sidelines, and I swayed my hips to the music, the alcohol sinking in.

It was my 22nd birthday and I had one goal in mind; to lose my virginity.

“Woah there.” Caspian, another one of my coworkers came up behind me, his hands on my hips as he steadied me. “Nothing’s stopping you tonight, huh?” He says with a smooth smirk.

I turned to face him and smiled, knowing he was my target. Caspian wasn’t just a coworker, he was a good friend as well, but I wanted to be more than friends. When I first started working as a fashion designer, he helped me get used to the company, and now I wanted him to help me get out of this dress.

“You haven’t given me a birthday gift.” I poked his chest playfully, leaning further into him.

Caspian cheeks flared as my breasts pressed against his chest, causing my smile to widen.

“What do you want?” He asked, his voice breathy as we began to move to the new song. Caspian’s blue eyes bore into mine, and making mg heart leap in my chest.

You.

Was what I wanted to say, but didn’t have the courage to. I feared my desires would end up ruining our friendship, hoping that he would make the first move and put me out of my misery.

“Suprise me.” I say instead and he lets out a soft chuckle.

“I’ll try my best to.”

The night wore on, and I continued to drink, enjoying every moment. Well that was until I completely blacked out, and now I was puking my guts in the bathroom while Caspian held my hair up.

He had driven me home, and stayed to make sure I was okay. Oh but that was part of the plan. I wasn’t too drunk, but I just needed to be alone with him, maybe then, maybe I would finally get him to see me.

“Do you feel better?” His voice was soft and soothing. I raised my head, gazing up at him with glossed eyes.

“Yeah I do, thanks for taking me home.”

Caspian rubbed my back gently, and the simple gesture made my p***y throb. “That’s what friends are for.”

Friends.

Ignoring the sting in my chest, I forced a smile. “Yeah,”

I offered him a drink, but he declined, saying he had somewhere to be. There was no further advancement, no underlying tension. And when he finally left, I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands.

“f**k!” Overwhelmed by frustration, I cursed out loud, not caring if I woke the neighbors.

I'm soon greeted by the calming purr of my cat, Chelsea. The Turkish Angora struts towards me in a graceful stride, her tail snaking around my feet as she rubs her nose against my legs. My heart warmed at the cute gesture, and I crouched down to her eye level, earning a satisfied purr as I ran my hands through her shiny white fur.

“Tonight wasn't the night Chelsea,” I tell her solemnly, and as if sensing my sadness, Chelsea tilts her head to the side, her blue eyes shining with curiosity. “I'm going to die a virgin at this rate.”

After a long well-needed bath, I sat in the darkness of my bedroom. Chelsea slept peacefully in the corner of my desk, her breathing soft and calm.

My hands soothe her fur as I go through my current designs, the light emitting from my laptop screen illuminating my features. Working served as a perfect distraction for me to forget my worries, if not I would continue to wallow in self pity at my failed attempt to kick things off with my crush.

Now I was dressed in my comfy pajamas, my curly ginger hair wrung into a messy bun on top of my head. The loose tendrils framed my face as I pressed a thoughtful finger over my lips, my gray pupils thinning at the small message box that had just popped up on my screen.

Out of sheer curiosity, I clicked on it and a new tab opened, causing my brows to furrow in confusion as I read through its content.

My attention was immediately drawn to the question that displayed on the screen

“Are you a virgin?”

*If yes; then would you like to play a game?*

It was a survey site, and the options laid out had me cursing at the universe at the cruel irony of it.

The site laid out s****l-related questions, and the reward for each survey was to determine your s****l preferences, kinks, and so on.

“Oh well, what harm would it do?” I said with a shrug of my shoulders, taking a sip of my can of soda as I began answering the questions.

After thirty long minutes of rather intrusive questions, I completed the survey and submitted it to God knows who.

But it didn't end there, an icon resembling a wrapped birthday present appeared next, and it was tagged as a reward for answering the survey.

I clicked it, and didn’t expect what happened next.

“Oh,” My eyes widened as I read the document file. It was a bucket list. A s*x bucket list, compiled from my answers from the survey. It also had a section for me to edit and add potential ‘candidates’ that I want to explore them with.

I contemplated my thoughts before typing in Caspian's name first, along with one other man who had undeniably caught my attention. His name was Luke Graham, my boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. I only saw him in passing, but even from a distance, his beauty could be described as out worldly.

I also added a certain celebrity just for the sake of it. He was a popular actor who charmed his audience with his s****l appeal, and his s*x scenes in movies were over the charts.

After typing in the names, I looked over the list with a satisfied smirk and finished my drink with one last gulp. It wasn't like anyone else was going to see it, and the chances of me actually pulling it off were low.

Chelsea meowed, pulling me from my train of thought. She stretched her limbs with a silent yawn, her paws nonchalantly brushing against the keypads of my laptop as she leaped into my arms, purring loudly as if to reprimand me for staying up late.

“Okay okay, I'll go to bed, your highness.”

I returned my gaze to my laptop screen, but the list had disappeared.

“Aww s**t, I wanted to save it,” I muttered under my breath, shoulders sagging in disappointment, but I soon dismissed the thought as I cradled Chelsea in my arms and shut down the device.

I leaped into bed, with Chelsea, thinking of Caspian. One of these days, if the universe deemed it fit, I might be able to turn my fantasies into reality.

My phone buzzed on the headstand of my bed, but I paid no mind to it, already falling into a deep slumber, my body giving out to exhaustion.

The screen of my phone glowed in the darkness.

‘Message successfully posted.’

***

I arrived at work in high spirits, but people were whispering and staring at me as I passed. I brushed them off, but when I got to my team studio, I could feel the tension the moment I walked in. Especially from Caspian who immediately avoided my gaze.

“Good morning everyone.” I greeted, and I don't miss how they each shared wary side glances, confirming my suspicions.

They definitely know something I don't.

“Is there a problem?” I asked, moving to my desk.

“You don't know?” Kendall, a team member, broke the silence first, and Olivia cast him a warning glare which he casually dismissed with an eye roll.

“It's obviously because of what you posted on the company's platform.” He continued and my brows furrowed in confusion.

“Post? What post?” I questioned, and they all shared puzzled looks.

“Have you checked your phone today, Auri?” Olivia asks softly, and I shake my head.

“Well you should,” Mathew, another member of my team, adds gently.

I hesitated a bit before reaching into my bag to check my phone, and nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.

“Oh no.” My hand slapped against my mouth, the color draining from my cheeks as my pupils dilated in horror. “Oh no no no no.”

This can't be happening…

Why….why is the s*x bucket list on the company’s forum website?

“Aurelia.” I stiffened in my spot as Mrs. Juniper, our team leader, walks into the room. The older woman offers me a sympathetic smile, but I can easily sense the uneasiness hiding behind it.

I instinctively dreaded the words that would leave her lips next.

“The CEO called for you….”

My heart skips a dozen beats.

“…And he’s not pleased.”

The CEO, Mr Luke Graham…the name of one of the men I had boldly placed on the list.

I gulped my spit, my grip on my phone tightening.

I'm so screwed.