Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

6- The gorgeous man

Ashley pov

Ugh! I tried to stretch myself. The mattress assigned to me was not comfortable but today it felt like a hardboard.

And that hardboard was snoring slightly. I felt so tired that I did not want to get up. There was nothing to do. Nobody was waiting for me. What’s the use of waking up when I would be getting bored? Or maybe I should pop in some sleeping pills and spend one year sleeping on a couch or my mattress like a dead.

My cheek hurt due to resting on the hardboard so I decided to change the side and lifted my face up. I saw a man sleeping on his back under me. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and rested the other cheek. Just then my eyes went wide.

I was NOT sleeping on my mattress. I lifted my face again and looked up.

Shit!

Who was he? He was not my husband but whoever he was, the man was drop–dead gorgeous. How can a man have such long lashes? Look at those lips. Damn!

If it was a sin to look this handsome, he should have been hanged publicly.

His face was so… sculptured… so… handsome and … so… so…

Perfect!

I kept looking at him to find any imperfections. Nah! I was disappointed. What must be the color of his eyes?

Black?

Blue?

His dark hair was falling on his forehead. Raising my hand slowly, I tried to remove it only to plop back on his face. I chuckled and did that again.

friends from the orphanage would have screamed at the top of their lungs. There was a subtle scowl on his face even when he was sleeping.

my cheek on that washboard chest and tried to remember how we ended

no more a

yesterday started flooding back. A shiver ran through my body when suddenly I remembered what happened yesterday. The moment my body vibrated, I felt

deep, sleepy voice

he talking to me? Of

forehead with the back of his hand. His body was deliciously snugged against mine. His face was so close to me that

tongue to lick his face… to devour

was a bit disappointed when I noticed him wearing a t–shirt. In movies and novels don’t

sometimes stark

to disappoint me further. He was

No nak*edness.

hear me?” He worriedly looked down following my gaze. “Don’t worry. Nobody will ever hurt you in any way.”

a weak voice. Like me, he must have also detected that I was frightened. I didn’t know why my question seemed to offend him. His arms lost their grip around me and he sat straight on

seemed

would never believe me. Before I could think that he did not hear me, he spoke again, “No one, means no one.” He tilted his face

here instead of going to my room? The mattress is

not facing me, “When I said already that no one will mess

to trust me.

he stood up and went to the bathroom. My eyes followed him till

turning into a creep!

Superior would have spanked me for my

to keep ourselves busy. To occupy our minds. I always dreamed of becoming rich so that I could spend one year doing nothing.

prayers were answered.

I was not supposed to do anything except

had to return to that bedroom. What if that man would be there again? The thought of staying in that bedroom was

the cover of a fashion magazine had worry lines on his forehead. He had taken a shower and was wearing his old pajamas. This time instead of that t–shirt his towel was on his shoulders covering his