A Night With The Sexy CEO

Vivian:

I heard a loud knock on the door, and its suddenness caught my attention. I stood up and walked towards the door to pull it open. It was Vera, my younger sister. Vera's persistent efforts to convince me to attend the Gala Event – more like a networking reception – had been wearing me down.

My dad wanted me to take over the company, and because of that, he wanted me to maintain good rapport with influential, wealthy individuals, one of them being Kace Krest, the CEO of Avalon company.

Kace Krest's reputation preceded him. His abrasive personality was the subject of much speculation. As a billionaire heartthrob, his handsome face and s*xy physique were rivaled only by his cunning business acumen. Yet, whispers of his occasional rudeness and arrogance tempered his allure.

"Are you not going to the Gala Event?" Vera asked me, making me look at her as if she just asked the most mind-numbing question ever.

"No, I have a lot of things to do. You can go instead. I'm not ready at the moment. I'd like some time to myself please,” I replied.

I walked back to the edge of my bed and picked up the magazine I was reading. It was better to be alone and read something than go to an event where everything could be clumsy, and all you could do was make small talk with strangers.

I turned to look at Vera and saw her still standing there, waiting for me to say something else.

"I said I'm not going. Now, will you please get the f*ck out of my room?"

With a huff, she took a step closer. "Fine. If you don't want to go, I will just give dad a call. You know him very well, he will just fly back to the city, and within a twinkle of an eye, you are doomed."

I stared at Vera, unsure if she was serious. I immediately dashed out of bed and chased her all around the house. After all, she was the reason why I had to follow Dad's every wish.

After a while, I capitulated. Well, it's just an event. Not like I'm going to take forever.

I retreated to my room and checked the time. It was almost 6 p.m., and it was getting late already. I did all I could do to get prepared, putting on a red gown and applying a slight makeup.

After I was done, I walked down the stairs and saw Vera sitting down in the living room. "Why are you not dressed?" I asked her.

She stood up and approached me. "I'm not the one to take over the company, nor am I the one due for marriage," she said bluntly. With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me reeling in silent pain.

I stormed out of the house, and got into my Range Rover. I drove as fast as I could, trying to clear all the thoughts going on in my head. Vera got me really annoyed.

Not long after, I arrived at the event a bit early, which was a good thing, but I felt quite uncomfortable. There weren't any familiar faces, and I stood there, looking around, feeling out of place.

"Want a drink?" A deep voice said behind me.

I turned around to look at the face of the person offering me a drink. It was Kace Krest, looking s*xy and fine. I almost choked as our gazes met. Kace Krest, at the event too? Well, D*mn.

"Thank you," I replied as I took the drink from him and looked away.

"I wonder why a beautiful lady like you is standing alone without someone to converse with," he said, his rich, deep voice exuding warmth and confidence.

I couldn't help but smile slightly at his words. But was this really Kace Krest, or someone else entirely?

"So, why did you decide to come and talk to me?" I asked, my gaze drawn to the captivating smile spreading across his lips.

He moved closer, forcing me to take a step back as I wondered what he was trying to do.

"I just noticed a beautiful lady, probably the prettiest here, and I decided to come and talk to her."

I didn't say another word. Instead, I walked over to the bar, wanting to drink myself into oblivion and then go home.

I watched him sit close to me, and I chose not to give him a look. I kept drinking as I didn't want to converse with him.

After a while, I started to feel tipsy and nauseous. I tried to stand up, but my legs buckled and I staggered. Just as I was about to fall, a warm hand grasped my arm, steadying me. I looked up to find Kace's concerned face inches from mine.

"It's okay, let me get you a room so you can sleep there. Judging by how you look, I don't think you can make it home all by yourself."

I giggled at his words which seemed funny to me, and I let him take me. Soon, I felt my body being placed on a mattress. I looked up at him and saw how he gazed back at me.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, I reached out and pulled him back. He landed softly on top of me, our faces inches apart. I found myself lost in his captivating ocean-blue eyes.

I lifted my hands and gently placed them on his cheeks. Then I leaned in, my face tilting upwards, and pressed a soft, wet kiss to his lips.

“I'm feeling cold. I need your warmth, touch me,” I whispered.

I was not in control of myself. I felt so drunk, and I could not caution myself even if I wanted to.

I felt his hands move slowly towards my thighs, and then to my waist. He lifted me up and removed my pants. The rumor about him was really true, he was not just a CEO, he was a desire and a lust.

I quickly took off his shirt without thinking twice. I felt something warm and hard rubbing at my vagina entrance. His precum mingled with my aroused wetness. My mind tells me I don't want this, but my body craves it, nonetheless.

I felt his hand on my hip, pressing me down into the bed, while the other hand tugs at my hair. The intoxicating scent of him filled my senses as his chest pressed against my boobs. His thick manhood stretches me out so much that it felt like I was being torn apart. “Oh my God!” I let out a gasp as a slight pain shot through me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he brushed his lips against my neck, his murmurs sending goosebumps down my arms. He traces a line from my neck to my cleavage with his tongue, sending tingles down my spine. “You taste so f*ck*ng good,” he murmurs.

He kept slamming into me, the heat of his body radiating onto mine. I closed my eyes and I couldn't help but moan out loud, mumbling incoherent words. I had no idea I could sound so lewd as pain and pleasure coursed through my body.

He kept plunging into me, whispering s*xy words into my ear, causing my body to shiver at the sound of his intoxicating voice. I could sense my orgasm closer than ever, and he thrust even faster.

“Ahh!, oh my god…” My moan of pleasure was so loud and my toes curled up in bliss as I orgasmed all over his manhood.

I felt so high that I could see stars right before my eyes. It felt mind-blowing and exhilarating, I could barely move a muscle and I completely passed out in his arms.

Three weeks later…

Vivian:

I stood before my mirror, gazing at my reflection as I noticed changes in myself. But I had no idea what was wrong. My dad was returning to the city today, and I knew he'd be alarmed and curious about my condition if he saw me like this.

I quickly got dressed and headed to the hospital. I decided to go to Dr. White's clinic to know the cause of my recent vomiting spells.

Dr. White was my dad's best friend. Certainly he would go the extra mile to help me. I was counting on his expertise to guide me through this mysterious illness.

I let out a deep sigh as I got to his clinic, and then walked towards his office.

I opened the door to his office and walked in, and I gave him a smile. He welcomed me, and offered me a seat.

"Vivian, how are you? Is your father back?" He asked.

“No,” I replied.

I looked at him for a moment, then smiled, and decided to reveal the reason for my visit.