GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

“Let me go!” she shouted, nerves on edge. At first, Stefany was terrified, but when she perceived that slight and fresh citrus aroma, her legs trembled.

“Calm down! Since you’re avoiding me, this is the only way I found for us to talk,” he entered the room and locked the door. The handsome, dark-haired man in front of him had an intoxicating aura. Since he started living in the same house as her, those honey-colored eyes had enchanted him.

“You are my boss! I don’t understand why the audacity to bring me here?” she said, timid and a bit flushed, by the handsome man with intense blue eyes like the ocean.

Maximiliano couldn’t find a way to explain to Stefany that he tricked her into signing a marriage certificate. Besides, he was going crazy every time he encountered her in the same environment. He wondered what her moans would sound like during sex and had been like a damn pervert dreaming about her. After he discovered her past, a fury grew in him. He couldn’t believe so much malice against such a sweet and tender soul. He had been pulling strings with his contacts to make her stepfather rot in jail.

“Sit down! I need you to listen to me. I brought you here for two reasons that are driving me crazy: you and Max. Let me explain the situation,” he sighed several times to gather courage.

Stefany, with alarmed eyes and clasping her hands, asked, “Why me?”

“I wanted to talk about Max first. It’s okay to start with you. I like you-or you could say I’ve been in love with you for a long time. Now that we live in the same house, I’m drawn to you.”

A laugh echoed in the room, leaving Maximiliano astonished. She didn’t know if it was the drinks, but she let it out.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“How can you say you’re in love with me? As far as I know, you’ve slept with every woman in Los Angeles and half of Manhattan, or maybe more. Go tell that to your conquests, not me. Oh, thinking about it, if you’re telling me this to get between my legs, you wasted your time! I value my job. I know that if I sleep with you, you’ll discard me in a few days, and I’ll have to resign.”

Maximiliano was left speechless by everything she said. His heart shrank, and he felt a small sting. The woman who couldn’t get out of his head had a bad opinion of him, and he couldn’t deny it because she was right. But that was his past. Since they started living under the same roof, he hasn’t felt attracted to another woman.

Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Stefany got off the bed.

“If that was all, I’ll leave.”

“Stefany, I know you’re right about everything you’re saying. I’ve been a womanizer who, at some point in my life, didn’t value women. But I have my reasons. Give me a chance to prove that I can be the man you want.”

“No! I’m fine as it is! I’m not going to get into trouble because of you. Changing the subject, what’s going on with Max? Does he have custody problems?”

For the past five years, her boss has been her platonic love. At first, it hurt to discover all the things about him, such as how Max was conceived, seeing Mrs. Cecilia cry because her son had become a womanizer. There’s also that little Angel who has needed his dad. Those things made her question her bad luck in love with men. She hadn’t developed that feeling for anyone until she saw him for the first time. She resigned herself to believe that love wasn’t for her in this life.

Maximiliano, upon hearing those words, didn’t know how to tell her that they are bound by some documents.

“Stefany! You know I’m going through a legal situation for Max’s custody. My lawyer has some documents that will be presented in court in three days, where my son’s custody will be determined.”

“I’m glad, now I can leave,” with a smile, she took a few steps towards the door, feeling a hand stop her.

“Wait! I have something else to tell you, and it’s the most complicated thing for me to say.”

“Ok. Let me go, and I’ll listen,” feeling released from the grip, she sat back on the edge of the bed.

“Two weeks ago, I was desperate because I didn’t know what to do to keep my son. My lawyer informed me that if I were married, things would be different. I can only tell you that I thought about the woman I love and my son. The fact is, I got married, but she doesn’t know.”

Stefany didn’t process everything he said well; the only word echoing in her head was “married.” Her heart compressed, and her pulse quickened.

“You are the worst, Mr. Maximiliano. You make it clear that you are a married man and bring me to this room to declare your love. Damn my bad luck, but let me tell you that nobody turns me into a mistress. I will never be one, no matter how much I’m dying for you. I will never be your mistress,” she stood up from the bed again, chin lifted, and proudly stood in front of him.

Maximiliano was fascinated by the strong, challenging, and haughty woman she was. He controlled his impulses; he was about to jump on her and make love until he was exhausted with pleasure. However, he had to restrain himself; he couldn’t make things worse.

“I would never have you as a mistress. You are a brave, beautiful, tender woman, and above all, the best mother my son could have,” he sighed to let her go. “You are my wife and the woman I married.”

Stefany was confused; she didn’t understand anything. She mentally articulated, “This has to be a joke.”

“Sir, if you’re doing this to get me into bed, we better end things here. For my job, I’ll forget this conversation ever happened.”

“I’m going to prove it to you,” he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a certificate and another document. “Take it! I want you to read on the marriage certificate the name of my beautiful wife and on this document, who is the mother of my son.”

She extended her hand, grabbed the documents while wanting to murder him. She was furious. She took a breath and opened the certificate first. She started reading and was startled to see the name “Wife: Stefany Daniela Gutierrez de Miller” and her identification number. She took a few steps back and sat on the bed, feeling like she was about to fall. She had an expression of amazement mixed with fear.