The billionaire CEO who was never mine _until now

chapter 2

I barely made it through my apartment door before dialing Haryana and Heiti.

The moment the call connected, Haryana’s voice came through first. “Wait—you actually went?”

“I told you I was going.”

“Yeah, but I assumed you’d flake last minute. The whole ‘I have a headache’ excuse.”

Heiti snorted in the background. “More like ‘I have standards.’”

I groaned, kicking off my ruined sneakers. “Heiti. I literally just got home. At least pretend to give him a chance.”

“No thanks.”

Haryana sighed. “Ignore her. Tell me everything.”

I dropped onto my couch. “It was… fine.”

“Fine?” Haryana repeated. “That’s it? The man spills red paint on your shoes, asks you on a chaotic apology date, and all you have to say is fine?”

“It was nice,” I admitted. “He’s funny. Charming. Good at talking.”

Heiti scoffed. “Red flag number one.”

Haryana groaned. “Girl. Let her live.”

“No, I’m serious,” Heiti argued. “Men who are too smooth? Danger. The kind of guy who can charm his way out of anything.”

“She has a point,” I muttered, twisting my bracelet around my wrist. “The more I think about it, the more I start noticing little things.”

“Like what?” Haryana asked.

I hesitated. “I don’t know. He’s just… something about him feels like he could be anything you want him to be. Like he studies people. Figures out what they want to hear.”

Silence. Then Heiti let out a sharp laugh. “Damn. That’s red flag number two and three.”

Haryana clicked her tongue. “Okay, but hold on. Maybe he’s just a people person? Some guys are naturally good at reading the room.”

“Or maybe he’s a manipulative nightmare waiting to happen,” Heiti countered.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Look, I’m not saying he’s a serial liar. I’m just saying I’m paying attention.”

Haryana groaned. “Fine, be all cautious and mysterious, whatever. But do you like him?”

I thought about his laugh. The way he leaned in when I spoke. How easily he made me forget my own rules.

“…I don’t know yet.”

But that wasn’t entirely true.

by this time we have been seeing each other for a while. Long enough to ignore the tiny voice in my head whispering, Are we moving too fast?

And then came the moment—the first time I went over to his place.

I barely had a chance to knock before the door swung open.

There he was. Standing in the doorway like he owned casual perfection. Messy hair, easy grin, hoodie that looked way too soft.

“Wow,” he said, leaning against the frame. “You actually showed up.”

I raised a brow. “You invited me.”

“Yeah, but I had a whole speech prepared in case you bailed.”

“Guess you’ll have to save it for next time.”

His grin widened. “

He was in these super tight shorts that were basically outlining his ... Yeah, and a singlet that was soaked through with sweat. I'm pretty sure he just finished working out, and it was honestly doing things to me. His abs? Unreal.like , the kind of six-pack that makes you think, " I really want to see what's under those clothes".

He raised an eyebrow and asked,

“What will you like to take, my lady?”

His voice was low, almost teasing, as he stood there, the summer sun glistening off the sweat that clung to his toned chest. The singlet he wore clung to him like a second skin, soaked through, the fabric clinging to every curve of his chiseled six-pack. His shorts... God, those shorts. They were so tight they left nothing to the imagination, and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander, my breath hitching as I took in the sight of him.

“You,” I blurted out before I could stop myself, my cheeks immediately flushing with heat. “So-uuur-sorry, I mean... anything will be nice. Just water.”

His lips curled into a smirk, his dark eyes locking onto mine, and I felt like he could see straight through me—straight through every thought I’d been fighting to keep buried. He took a step closer, and the scent of him—sweat, musk, and something intoxicating—washed over me, making my knees weak.

“Alright, I’ve got you, my lady,” he said, his voice dripping with a kind of confidence that made my heart race.

My lady. The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was already his. He handed me a bottle of water, our fingers brushing for just a moment, and I swear I felt sparks. We started talking....about friends, work, life...but my mind was elsewhere, my body buzzing with a kind of desire I hadn’t felt in... ever.

I don’t even remember how it happened, but suddenly, I was there, standing so close to him I could feel the heat radiating off his body. My hands were on his chest, my lips crashing against his, and then...

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice thick with restraint, his hands hovering above my waist as if he was waiting for permission.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “Just... touch me.”

He didn’t hesitate. His hands were on me in an instant, his touch electric as he cupped my breasts through my thin top, his thumbs grazing over my already-hardened n*****s. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fumbling with the waistband of his shorts, desperate to feel him.

He let me take the lead, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every second. When I finally freed him from the confines of his shorts, I couldn’t stifle the gasp that escaped my lips. He was perfect—every hard, throbbing inch of him.

I dropped to my knees without a second thought, my hands trembling as I wrapped them around his length. He groaned, the sound deep and primal, and I felt a surge of power knowing I was the one who’d made him make that noise.

I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around him, tasting the salt of his skin, the musk of him. He was bigger than I’d expected, but I didn’t care. I wanted every part of him.

“f**k,” he hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair as I moved up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke. His hips bucked slightly, and I could feel him growing harder in my mouth, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

I pulled back for just a moment, my lips grazing over his balls, and he let out a strangled moan, his grip on my hair tightening. I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, and when he finally came, his release hitting the back of my throat, I swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of him.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I stood up, my hands shaking as I reached for his shoulders, guiding him back toward the nearest surface. He didn’t resist, his eyes dark with desire as he let me push him down onto the couch.

I straddled him, my need for him almost painful, and when I finally slid him inside me, I let out a moan that was half relief, half pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Oh... ma... guuurd,” I murmured, my hands gripping his shoulders as I felt him fill me completely. He didn’t just look good....he felt incredible, his body moving against mine in a rhythm that made my head spin.

He thrust into me, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I couldn’t help but beg for more.

“Harder,” I gasped, my nails digging into his skin as I chased the release I knew was just within reach.

He didn’t disappoint, his hips slamming into mine with a kind of intensity that made me see stars. When it was over, we collapsed onto the couch, a tangled heap of limbs and sweat, his arms wrapped around me as our breathing slowly returned to normal.