GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

“Friend, Lindsey went all out; she gave a tremendous lesson to Courtney in front of the cameras. This is a trigger for her family to retaliate against her. They know she’s changed and won’t let herself be trampled on,” Freed expressed, sitting on the other side of the desk.

“I’ve assigned two bodyguards to watch her every move. Take care of our cameramen and the recordings they made of the models. Ensure that Pratt Company, the fashion house, and our designers don’t suffer any harm.”

“That’s ready. The cameras on-site didn’t record anything, and I cleaned up the place where those two pests were. There’s no evidence they were at the event.”

“I want you to get the photos Courtney has of my wife with those two guys and make them disappear.”

“I’ll take care of that. The hacker will check all of Courtney’s devices and digital storage and do his job. I’ve also infiltrated someone into her house to check every corner and look for physical photos,” Freed calmly explained.

“We need to keep an eye on every move that family makes.”

“I’m glad you want to protect her.”

While the two friends were talking, three young people arrived at the mansion.

“Lin, we should have been more cautious. Luckily, your husband supports us,” Luan said.

“I don’t think they recognized us with our disguises. I’m thrilled to be a redhead with green eyes,” Lindsey replied.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Courtney doesn’t know you guys; she knows me,” Janna said, taking a bite of a cookie.

“That’s why I insisted you not get involved. If she recognized you, the whole plan would have been ruined,” Lindsey pointed out.

Luan burst into excited laughter. “Lin, have you seen social media? Your sister is controversial.”

“I haven’t had time.”

“She’s the laughingstock for some, others pity her, and some criticize her actions on camera,” Stefany expressed.

“They label her as spoiled, conceited, and ill-mannered, based on how she treated the poor man who went on stage to help her,” Luan argued.

“What can we expect from a person without scruples?”

“Now you have to be alert. That family won’t stay idle,” a concerned Janna stated, knowing in detail how malicious they could be.

“They’ll be surprised if they try to attack me.”

After chatting for a few hours, the friends said their goodbyes. Lindsey was reading a book on the living room sofa when she felt someone approaching. She didn’t have time to react when the man was devouring her mouth.

“Mischievous little one, did you miss me?” he interrupted the kiss and straightened up again.

She stood up coquettishly, placed her elbows on his shoulders, and gave him another passionate kiss.

Kyle, with a lustful smile, gave her a once-over. “You’re very affectionate.”

“I feel like it,” she traced a sweet smile on his lips.

“I feel like something else.” He lifted her in his arms and quickly ascended the stairs, entered the room, and undressed. Together, they prepared the tub and entered. Kyle cleaned her body, and she did the same. While touching each other, they made intense and passionate love. Afterward, they continued in the bedroom and fell asleep.

Lindsey woke up and tried to get up quietly, but an agile hand stopped her.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to my room to change, and I’m also hungry.”

“I’ll have things brought to our room.” He placed her in front of him. “Why do I have to sleep alone? I have someone to embrace.”

Lindsey nodded with a smile from ear to ear and sighed as she left the room. They had dinner together, and she told him about how she came to the foster home, her friends, and her plans to become a recognized designer. He laughed at her antics.

Kyle came out of the bathroom, entered the bed, and hugged her around the waist.

‘How can I not be in love with this man? He’s so handsome, sexy, and in his muscles, I feel protected,’ she whispered to herself.

The next day, Kyle was caressing her cheeks.

“Let me sleep; it’s Sunday,” she expressed without opening her eyes.

“Come on, sleepyhead. It’s already 11 in the morning, and you haven’t had breakfast.”

“That’s your fault. You steal my energy,” she replied, pouting.

Kyle burst into laughter, and she slowly opened her eyes, swallowing hard as she saw him jovial without a shirt.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he inquired, calming his laughter.

“I like your laugh; it’s beautiful.”

He dangerously climbed on top of her, gave her a breath-stealing kiss, and sensually whispered, “Yours is even more beautiful, my little one.” He kissed her again and got off her. “If you keep teasing me, we won’t leave the bed. Come on, get up. Let’s have breakfast; I’m hungry.”

She got out of bed, entered the bathroom, and freshened up. When she came out wrapped in a towel, he wasn’t there anymore. She dressed and went downstairs. She found him in the kitchen, serving breakfast on two plates.

“I hope you like the food; I made it myself,” he said, wearing an apron with a spatula in his hands.

“It looks delicious. My coffee is missing,” she remarked, seeing a plate with an arepa, scrambled eggs, bacon, and cheese.

“Don’t tell me you made this too?” He placed a cup of coffee on the table.

“Just so you know, I’m also good in the kitchen.”

She felt embarrassed by her comment and, not knowing what to say, asked, “Where are Emilia and Gladys?”

“I gave them the day off. We’re alone in the house, so you can take advantage of me as much as you want,” he said with a playful smile, seeing her cheeks turn as red as a tomato. “Let’s eat, and then we can go to the cinema to watch a movie. How about that?”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea.” ‘Oh God, this man wants to kill me, but not with hunger,’ she verbalized mentally.

On Monday morning, Kyle was reviewing his computer when he heard a commotion. He got up, opened the door, and heard,

“You’re nobody to stop me. I’m going to get you fired.”

“Catrina! Here in this company, I’m the one who decides who stays and who goes,” he asserted threateningly.

“She treated me badly,” Catrina approached flirtatiously, attempting to kiss him, but Kyle dodged her.

Rebeca rolled her eyes, ‘This woman is starting her drama again. I’ll never understand what the young man saw in her.’

“Better come in. We need to talk.”

Catrina walked past Rebeca, making a triumphant expression with her eyes.