Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

Around midnight, Eve woke up to drink some water; she was parched as if she had been running a marathon in her sleep. She jumped up in fear when she noticed that Damon was right next to her in bed.

“What’s wrong?” Damon asked drowsily.

Eve rolled her eyes at him in the darkness and grabbed the bottle of water that sat on the bedside table.

Eve was wearing a satin nightgown in a light golden color, like champagne. She looked elegant and mysterious, like some mischievous waif who seduced men to their deaths. As she tipped the bottle to drink from it, she revealed her long and slender neck.

All of a sudden, there was a pair of big hands around her waist, which really freaked her out.

“What the hell are you doing, Damon?” she screamed in horror.

Damon, unperturbed, started kissing her neck and trailed kisses down her shoulders and stomach.

“Stay away from me! I’m not in the mood for that!” Eve kept away from him.

But Damon persisted. He could tell that Eve was just angry with him because of their fight earlier in the day. It wasn’t that Eve didn’t want him– because she did– but she wanted to teach him a lesson.

Damon gripped Eve’s hand and kept kissing her passionately. He pinned her down and planted wet kisses down her abdomen and along her inner thighs.

“I said I don’t want that right now! Why won’t you listen to me?”

Damon suddenly stopped kissing her and whispered into her ear, “Eve, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about our fight earlier. Don’t resist me, I know you want it.” As Eve began to say a word, Damon quickly kissed her in order to shut her up.

With that, Eve gave in. She couldn’t deny the wetness growing between her thighs. She channeled her anger and a deep sense of frustration into the sex. They had a particularly passionate, even aggressive session that was more intense than any sex they had had in the past couple of weeks or so. Although she naked and exhausted by the time they were done, Eve still had a little bit of energy left to give Damon a death stare.

And next, Damon suddenly took out a ring from nowhere and put it straight on her finger. Not only did he neglect to propose, but he also didn’t even ask her for permission!Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Eve had prepared a lot of mean words to scold him with, but when she saw the ring, she was stunned. Under the moonlight, her body seemed to be veiled in a flowing, white wedding dress. Damon held her hand to rest a kiss on the back of her hand; he was just like a devout believer, and she, his goddess.

But in a moment, Eve began to panic and rushed to try to take off the ring. But Damon stopped her by pressing her hand and said, “What are you trying to do? Why are you trying to take it off?”

Eve started to sweat from nervousness, little beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. She kept staring at the ring and wondering what her next move would be. She felt her world spinning. After that, she asked, “Are you sure you want to marry me?”

“Of course!” he smiled. He did seem completely genuine to Eve right then.

Eve gave a quick look at him and lowered her head, and said, “I… I don’t think we can be married, Damon.”

“Why?”

“We are not right for each other!” she said quickly.

“Why is that? Do you wish I had a bigger dick?” he chuckled and said.

Upon hearing that, Eve blushed. But after she calmed herself down, she just said, “Well, I have to admit that I love having sex with you– we make great partners in bed. But other than that, we don’t have anything else in common, Damon. Be realistic about this, alright?”

When he heard that Damon instantly stopped smiling, he grabbed Eve’s hand and asked, “What’s really going on here, Eve? Are you seeing someone else? Is that what this is all about?”

“No, Damon, that’s not it. It’s nothing like that.” Eve shook her head and uttered.

“Eve, I’ve gotta tell you, I really don’t have time or energy to chase you. I don’t want to keep playing this absurd game of cat and mouse with you. Just tell me what’s going on clearly, once and for all. Either marry me or let’s never see each other again and just move the fuck on. I can’t keep doing this anymore if you’re not willing to take the next step with me.”

Eve reached out to pick up the nightgown from the floor; she put it on and stood up straight.

“Damon, we are not from the same world, so I think we’d better split up.”

***

After spending so many days with him, Eve had already found out who Damon was and what business he did. She knew that she would never meet a man as ambitious and affluent as Damon. He was handsome, filthy rich, and the best sex partner she had had. He didn’t really have any shortcomings the way that Eve saw it. But that didn’t mean that they could be together forever.

Eve, for all intents and purposes, was not the kind of woman Damon was looking for. She valued her freedom too much to get married at a young age, if at all. Having maximum personal freedom was the ultimate goal in her life, and she didn’t believe that a conventional marriage would allow her to keep that. She believed that being single until she died was her lot in life– her destiny.

Damon sat in the study chain-smoking. As he stubbed out one cigarette after another, he still could not figure out why Eve had refused his proposal. Why wouldn’t she marry him? What did she want that he couldn’t give her? Although Damon had had relationships with many women, he knew that Eve was unique deep in his heart. She was not the kind of girl one stumbled upon and passed up.

Meanwhile, Eve threw herself into bed and went back to sleep. She did not have any dreams– just a long stretch of deep and yet restless sleep.

Since Damon had started to interfere in her life, Eve had known that she had to leave this dangerous man.