Loving the CEO novel Chapter 33

Emily

If someone told me that I would be swept off my feet by a smoking hot man and that I would look like Cinderella someday, I would have laughed in their face before screaming at the top of my lungs and calling them a lying bastard or bitch before asking them why they would lie to me like that. I would then run home and cry because that was who the old Emily was. Insecure and ugly, as the snobby brats at school would say.

Adam had made me feel special. The way his body was pressed against mine in a tight embrace as he danced with me slowly to the music. Our bodies moved in sync with one another and after all the dining and dancing was over, he had brought me home and had given me a very passionate kiss which was also my very first kiss. Pathetic, I know and to top things off, I had behaved like an idiot. Slapping him and running off just like Cinderella did when she saw the clock was just about to strike twelve. The only difference between her and me tonight was that I didn't lose my glass slipper.

Taking off my heels, I discarded them at the door before I made my way into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, I caught some water into it from the tap before I made my way to the table where I plopped my ass down and took a large gulp. Sighing, I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I savored the moments I had with Adam tonight a few moments ago. The moments where his hand raked over mine before it trailed its way down to my ass giving it a nice gentle squeeze. Moaning just like I did when he grabbed it, I started to clench my thigh together as a fresh new set of juices started running down my thigh.

Quickly opening my eyes, I sighed to myself. It's a mystery to me how reliving something that happened a few moments ago could cause a fire to set off in my loins. If I wasn't a woman of morals I would've made him ravish me right there and then without a care––without a second thought but then I remembered that I was a virgin and it wasn't something that should be given away based on the scenario that I got a man to touch and kiss me for the first time in my twenty-four years on this earth.

Shaking my head at how pathetic I am, I made my way to my mother's room to check on her. Quietly opening the door, I made my way inside. Going over to where she was, I saw that she was fast asleep. Sitting down beside her, I gently stroke her hair as I watch over her. I could never imagine the pain she was going through but I definitely see it and hear it. I hear it and see it every time she moans and groans when her body is hurting, then she would look at me and smile through the pain and I will smile back at her acting like I didn't notice before I go to my room and start to cry silently.

Hearing my phone beep with an incoming text, I was overjoyed because I thought it was Adam who had texted me but when I opened the message, I saw it was from an unknown number and the person who was stalking me.

"I see that he was kissing you and his hands were all over your body but in due time instead of him, it would be me. Until then, I will continue to wait my turn and tell him to keep his hands to himself if he wants to let them remain on his body."

Feeling appalled, I was at a loss for words. This man, whoever he is, was watching my every move and was now threatening to do bodily harm to Adam. All I knew was that before I go to work tomorrow, I will be making a stop at the police station. Placing my phone on the bed, I closed my eyes and tried to forget about the text. I was successful as the message was no longer on my mind. Falling asleep a few moments later, I began to dream about Adam.