LUST LOVE: Slave To The Billionaire CEO

Her hands froze in the air at the realization of what she was doing. She was crossing her limits and she was well aware of it but couldn’t do anything about it.

Retracting her hands, she pushes her hair strands behind her ear lowering her head.

“I-sorry…just wanted to inquire if you are burning up” she explains. He just kept on gazing at her, not saying a word. Her heart was running rise on her own, and for some reason, she wasn’t scared of him but rather she was scared of him getting mad at her.

“What did you find?” He asked. His voice was deep and husky, sending shivers down her spine.

Shocked by his words, she raised her head, meeting his gaze. There was no anger or irritation in his eyes, it was neutral. She stares at him, with lots of words.

“What’s the result?” He asked again, jolting her from trance. She blinks twice, and pitches on her thigh, wanting to know if it’s just a dream but it wasn’t.

“Um…you are burning up a little,” she tells him, playing tag with her hands.

“But with a warm bath and some, you will be ok,” she further explained. He nods.

“So…you go get your bath while I prepare something for you” She climbs down the bed and walks to his side pulling him off the bed.

” Please, master!” She begs. She can’t just tell him what to do at least, saying it nicely will do. He nods and climbs off the bed.

“Don’t think too much, or you will experience a more severe headache…I will be right back” She said and rushed out of the room, feeling happy because he didn’t stop her and just let her do what she wanted.

She was behaving like a worried wife now and she didn’t mind so long as she got to make something for him.

He watches her leave, surprised to see her being herself around him.

With one last glance, he walked to his room and closed the door.

It didn’t take long for her to get ready. She dishes some in a bowl carries it upstairs in a tray and places it on the bedside in her room before going out.

She stood at his door, contemplating whether to knock or just wait and after a long time, she decided to knock.

Just when she was about to knock, the door opened showing his tall figure.

He was breathtakingly handsome, with hair dark brown in color because of the dampness, his eyebrows were as though they were just from being shaped as he stared down at her with his beautiful gray eyes under his well-perfect lashes. Lost in the sight of him, her eyes caught hold of something inside, just when she was about to see it clearly, he shut the door close, staring at her with a raised brow. He looks perfect in his navy blue sweatpants.

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“This is ready,” she informs. He kept on staring at her questioningly.

She understood why and quickly explained.

“It’s in my room…I couldn’t bring it here because you…I mean…having given me permission to” she explains. He nods and makes his way to her room.

“You’re coming or what?” He asked when he noticed she wasn’t behind him. Hearing him, she quickly followed him behind. She stayed behind because she couldn’t walk alongside him and neither could she be ahead. He was her master and she ought to let him lead and that, she was being mindful of.

Inside her room, she quickly sets a place for him to lie on making sure he isn’t stressed at all then hands him the bowl of.

It was his first time eating such and being treated with so much care. Apart from his mom, no one has ever shown him such love for years now, not even his dad. Not like he wants it anyway, that’s why he prefers to stay away from him, from everyone.

She watches him eat, quietly enjoying him. She pulls the sheets over exposing his feet.

“Can…can I? Master!” She asked and he nodded. Happy with his answer, she gently starts pressing on his right foot, relaxing muscles.

He’s never a fan of such treatment but experiencing it now made him want to feel more of it.

How can a girl be blessed with all these? He thought to himself, staring at her as she busily worked on his legs.

Her cherry brown hair falls to the side of her face, making her look even more beautiful. Add to her excellent cooking skills not to mention her massaging skills. What a great combination, what else can she do? He wonders about taking a spoonful of poorish into his mouth.

When he is done, she helps him with water and then urges him to lie down for a good rest before carrying them away.

When she returned, he was still lying down, staring at nothing.

She quickly rushes to the bath and comes back all dressed in her light green trousers pants at knee level with a white t-shirt. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, he watched her pull out the dryer from the cupboard and start drying her hair and only kept it down when she was satisfied with her hair texture.

She didn’t know what to do next, she was supposed to go to work but he hadn’t said anything about it, and she couldn’t do anything without his permission.

Sitting by the side, she watches him struggle to sleep but to no avail.

“Get in the bed…please,” he said. She was surprised to hear him say please, like it was the first time he’d said such. Was he falling for her? She could only ask herself a series of unanswered questions.

With a nod, she took the side on his left, and sat down, waiting for his next commands.

“Hug me to sleep, please,” he said again, as gentle as ever the gaze never leaving hers. She nods, and crawls to his side, lying with her hands wrapped around him but making sure not to overdo it.

He pulls her even closer, wrapping his hands around her waist while inhaling her soft and pleasing scent. She died trying to resist and just let him, resting her head on his chest was a comfortable feeling and the only place she would love to lay her head on.

Why was he letting her get used to him when he knew she wasn’t the one he sought?