Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Hot CEO Love Me: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

DaisyThe weekend had finally come. I had spent all week knocked off my feet at work and couldn't wait for these next two days to drag. I strolled along the perfectly laid concrete path, my feet softly hitting the rough gravel, admiring the beautiful view from my house. My garden, at my new, old-fashioned, two storey home, was relatively big in size; it was predominantly grass, but there was a tiny footpath leading to the top. I stepped over onto the lush, freshly cut lawn and let my feet sink through the strands. Watching the insects fly past, and the sun blaze down onto me, I let myself feel free under the heat while Hope slept. It was exhilarating. It was only seven am, surprisingly early for me on a weekend when I had no reason to be up, but once I was awake there was no going back. For some reason, my mind just could not switch off once it came alive. Sometimes it was a blessing in disguise, as it meant I could be up for work in a flash once the first blare of an alarm squealed

DAISYMy hands were dripping with sweat, and I'm sure Hope could feel it. My cheeks were burning, and I could sense the flushed crimson covering them. It wasn't helping that my heart was erratically beating, and therefore my breathing had become more laboured. I hadn't been attracted to a man since before Robert, and after what he did - and leaving only six months ago - I didn't think I had it in me to gain heart palpitations from the sight of a man because I thought he was attractive, and not because I was scared of him. But the hot, huge, muscly man standing behind me had shifted something inside me, and now my sex was aching for him to take a step closer so I could feel his hard muscles against my back. Or more.I swallowed as I realised what I was feeling, and how unrealistic it was. Even if I was that attracted to him, I could never become intimate and trust a man ever again. My trust in men has been betrayed - corrupted even - and I can't get close without fearing mine and Ho

DAISYAfter my morning from hell, I decided to stay in. Me and hope spent the day in the garden, and I ordered a slide to be delivered tomorrow so she could enjoy herself out here. I needed to order a sand pit too, but that would have to wait. Money wasn't something I could throw around. I was a teacher, and therefore didn't earn much money working in a private nursery. Once bills were paid, the food shop was done, and making sure Hope had everything she needed, there wasn't much left over. However, before I met Robert I was used to budgeting; I never came from an upper class family like Robert. Robert never had to worry about money, even before his business was booming, his parents were also billionaires. They owned several different companies, and what made it so hard for me to leave initially. People with money have an advantage that people like me don't. They can use it to manipulate, and receive what they want, where as I couldn't do that. Yes I was the wife of a rich man, bu

NATEMy heart had officially broken for a stranger. It had been two days since I met Daisy, and two days since I witnessed her have an ultimate breakdown in the bar after I grabbed her arm. I didn't mean to scare her, hell I didn't even grab her that hard. My fingers barely grasped her tiny arm, yet she flinched. She actually jumped from my touch. It was like an electrical current had sparked her body; scaring her, and preparing her for unexpected death.I couldn't understand why she had jumped so frantically. My thoughts were consumed by the frightened look on her angelic features. The fear I saw in her eyes that morning had spread like tree branches taking over her whole face. Her lips were trembling. Her face was white, and hard as stone. I swallowed the bile in my throat as I imagined her reaction again for the fiftieth time this morning. My heart had jumped straight out of my body when she reacted that way, and I was desperate for answers. Why would my touch scare her so much

DAISYNate: see you Friday xMe: see you Friday too xxA kiss. A simple 'x' that is one line crossed with another. It's used in lots of words. Can be used to identify as something being 'wrong'. All the different ways you can us it, yet the reason he's used it is different. If I put a kiss on the end of a text it's to be nice. Friendly. Only this wasn't to be friendly. It's his way of showing his feelings. That he likes me. Likes me in a more intimate way than a friend, and now we were going on a date. A date that meant potential actual kisses. His mouth on mine. Not a line crossed with a line. An actual, real life, kiss. I was supposed to be panicking, and I sounded like I was. Maybe I was a little. But I was more excited. Deep down I couldn't wait to kiss him. I couldn't wait to roam my hands all over him. I swallowed as I daydreamed over Nate. Realisation hit that me that I wasn't the same woman a few years back that had the freedom to like a man, and pursue him. My stomach su