GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

“Now I really have to go. Our farewell ends here,” Kyle was already quite drunk.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Since they entered the apartment, Catrina encouraged him to toast. Given the time they had known each other, she knew he wasn’t a good drinker. The alcohol had a quick effect on him, especially when combined, as it was in his case. Catrina sat on his lap and started kissing him.

“Stay with me tonight? Yes, tomorrow you’ll go back to Manhattan to play happy family. Let me say goodbye properly to the one who was my love, because I did fall in love with you.”

“Don’t start, Catrina. Get off. I told you I feel nothing for you. Just get up; I need to go to my room,” he slurred, feeling dizzy. He cursed himself for not taking precautions; he knew he couldn’t mix drinks, yet he had whisky at the meeting and mixed it with wine here.

Upon hearing him speak, Catrina grinned maliciously and quickly got off. She pulled him by the hand, dragging him into the bedroom, threw him on the bed, took off his shoes, and climbed on top of him, starting to kiss him.

Kyle wanted to push her away instantly, but his control was failing, and he ended up falling asleep on the bed.

Catrina was furious; she knew this could happen. In their five years of relationship, she had already experienced his moments of intoxication. Although he was reluctant, she thought he might resist a bit more this time. As best as she could, she undressed him, threw the clothes on the floor, undressed herself, lay down beside him, and started taking pictures.

After finishing, she looked at the man sleeping next to her. Carefully, she got up not to wake him, dressed, took her suitcase from the closet, and left a note next to his wallet. Mentally, she whispered, ‘We’ll meet again soon, my love. It won’t be easy to get rid of me. I do love you, and you’ll be mine again.’

Kyle woke up startled, feeling his head pounding. Vague images of what had happened the night before came to him. He couldn’t remember what happened after getting into bed and seeing himself naked in a room that wasn’t his. It terrified him. Fury grew within him. He got out of bed, searched for Catrina in the bathroom and every corner of the room, but she wasn’t there. He dressed like a demon, approached the nightstand to grab his belongings, saw a note, took it and began to read.

It said:

‘My beloved Kyle, we had a wonderful night. For a moment, I felt like the happiest and most loved woman in the world, being in your arms again. I sincerely wish you happiness. I will always love you, Catrina.’

“Cursed, I fell into your trap,” he crumpled the paper and threw it in the wastebasket.

He left that room and headed to his, undressed, started rubbing his body with a sponge, then began punching the wall until his knuckles bled. He was disappointed with himself. How would he face his sweetheart now? He cursed himself, furious with his own actions. He left, dressed quickly, grabbed his luggage, and left the hotel for the airport. He didn’t want to know anything more about that place.

Upon reaching the private platform, he boarded the plane without wanting to talk to anyone. The people around him could sense his bad mood.

Lindsey was worried about her husband in the morning. She called him constantly, but he didn’t answer her calls. He didn’t go to work that day, staying at home waiting for him. She was in the living room when she heard the door open. She sprang up, and upon seeing who it was, she ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.

Kyle, feeling her, relaxed and placed his head on her neck. When she tried to pull away, he didn’t allow it. “Let me feel your warmth,” he said.

She sensed that something was wrong but didn’t ask; she just complied. With his suitcase in one hand, he gently separated from her, took her hand, and they went up to the bedroom.

In silence, they undressed and put on pajamas, lying down. He started watching a movie. She was irritated, missing the intense man, his touch, his kisses, and his caresses. Her head was resting on his chest, and impulsively, she placed her hand on his pants, gently pressing against him.

Kyle’s muscles tensed; he turned his head and looked at her. She took advantage and kissed his lips. Without separating, she straddled him.

Kyle broke the kiss, sighed, and looking at her seriously whispered, “Love, not now. I’m exhausted.”

“Why are you rejecting me?”

“I’m not rejecting you, love.”

“Yes, you are. I called and messaged you all day without getting a response. You come home all agitated, pretending to be focused on a boring movie. Tell me, what happened on the trip to Paris? Don’t give me any excuses because I know you, Kyle,” she said, annoyed, staring directly into his eyes.

Kyle didn’t know what to say. The remorse of entering that room was killing him. He wondered, ‘Will what I did have consequences?’ The worst part was that he didn’t remember anything after collapsing on the bed. He gently took her off his body with both hands and laid her next to him, hugging her tightly.

“I see you know your naughty man! Truly, I’m not rejecting you. You have to understand it was an exhausting trip. I’m worn out. I could hardly rest, and investors wouldn’t stop bothering me.”

“Okay, I’ll believe you.” She nestled against his chest and fell asleep. She had also spent a week without sleeping well. In almost a year, she had gotten used to the warmth of her man.

He turned off the movie and placed her on his lap. The remorse of conscience was killing him.

In the morning, Kyle woke up his wife with a tender kiss. “Sleepyhead, it’s time to wake up. I have to go to the office,” he said. He got up, walked to the bathroom, undressed, and let the artificial rain fall over him, hoping it would wash away his negative thoughts. He came out, smiling when he saw his lazy wife complaining about sleep and entering the bathroom.

They dressed and went down to the dining room where Gladys awaited them with breakfast. Lindsey dealt with the children’s antics in the foster home, while he listened silently, marveling at her good deeds.

Each of them prepared to leave the house. As always, Kyle accompanied her to the parking lot and watched her leave, followed by another vehicle with bodyguards.

“That woman is crazy. Let’s hope it’s as she said, a goodbye,” murmured Freed, amazed at his friend’s story.

“Catrina has changed. She’s not the tender and affectionate woman I knew five years ago. I thought she understood that I don’t love her. After her depression, she disappeared, made her life in Paris, and works for a renowned brand. There, I let my guard down and had those drinks,” Kyle explained.

“That woman is obsessed with you. Let’s hope her next move isn’t too extreme. I can sense she changed the name that’s going to show up soon,” mumbled Freed, analyzing what his friend was telling him.

“I don’t want to think about that. I also don’t want to lose my marriage because of her craziness. I won’t allow it,” replied Kyle, scratching his head and pacing back and forth.