Chapter 2 Hottest CEO & Damsel In Distress

• Six years ago,
• “Cara, you are late again!” the manager of the local eatery shouted as he watched a young woman donning a pair of blue jeans and an old black t-shirt, hastening inside through the back door of the restaurant.
• “I’m sorry, sir! I missed the bus and had to walk four miles to reach here.” Cara apologized in her softest voice while trying to catch a breath and fished out a white shirt and black skirt from her bag.
• “This is the fourth time in a month! You are testing my patience now,” the manager scowled at her.
• “It won’t happen again, sir. I apologize.” She lowered her head.
• “You always have an excuse! Anyway, change quickly. It’s the fucking peak hour, you lazy ass!!” He sneered, and Cara rushed into the washroom. She changed into the uniform and quickly pulled her long, dark blonde hair into a ponytail.
• She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Her gorgeous brownish-green hazel eyes adorned with thick arched eyebrows stared at her whitish skin, and it appeared as if someone had sucked the life out of her. “If life gets tough, I’ll be tougher!” She said in her heart while putting on a pink lip gloss on her parched lips.
• She draped a red and white checked apron around her waist on her way out, only to confront the cold eyes of the manager, who put a white cap on her head and shoved a notebook in her hand, gesturing to serve the duo sitting at the corner table. Cara nodded and started her day cheerfully.
• “Two cheese bacon, egg hash, and two filtered coffees, please.” She communicated the order to the chef when Sandra, her co-worker, nudged her arm.
• “What caught you up again?” She asked.
• “What does the look on my face explain?” Cara lifted an eyebrow.
• “They found you again!!” she exclaimed.
• “Mm-hmm,” Cara sighed. “But I managed to escape!”
• Sandra nodded. “But don’t you think it’s high time? You should take a stand for yourself, bitch!” Cara yawned in response as she continued. “I don’t know your tragic story, but the lead should always fight back!”
• “I’m tired.” She said when the chef slid the tray full of exotic food in her direction, an enticing aroma hit her nostrils, and her stomach grumbled in response. “And I just realized I’m hungry.”
• “Thank you, chef!” She smiled at the old man and left to serve the happy couple. The entire day was spent well, and Cara took the last order of the evening. “Enjoy!” As she turned to leave the last table, someone interrupted her.
• “Excuse me!” A voice of a woman sent a chill down her spine and Cara stopped in her track. She slowly turned her head to the left, and goosebumps appeared on her skin as her hazel eyes landed on the woman. "Get me some more red wine!” The woman ordered nonchalantly, not sparing a glance in Cara’s direction, but the latter stood rooted in her place as if she had seen a ghost. The woman finished her drink and shifted her focus to her.
• Cara shivered under her gaze. “Y-Yes, r-right away!” She stammered out and sprinted to the bar section of the restaurant. “W-wine!” she stammered and looked around for Sandra, but she was nowhere in sight.
• “Why are you wasting your time looking here and there?” The manager appeared and scolded her. “Take the damn order and serve!” He growled, keeping his volume in check, and she nodded, getting the wine and walking over to the woman, who crossed her legs under the table and stared at her with an amused expression on her face.
• Cara was so nervous under the woman’s constant gaze that she accidentally spilled the wine over her expensive white dress. “I’m sorry!” Her face turned pale, and she quickly took some napkins to help, but the woman glared at her.
• “Stay away from me. Call your manager!” she growled in Cara’s face, and the latter gulped, apologizing continuously.
• “What have you done, Cara?” The manager appeared to save the day. “We apologize for the mistake, ma’am!” He politely apologized.
• “Mistake! This girl standing here is a mistake! Big time mistake. She spoiled my expensive dress. Do you even check the staff before hiring them!” the woman shouted, and every set of eyes in the restaurant turned to the scene. “I demand you fire her right now!” she crossed her arms across her chest.
• “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Cara asks for forgiveness, her eyes filled with tears, and she was ready to beg sitting at the woman's feet.
• “Get the fuck out of my sight, you lowlife!” The woman threw a disgusted look at her. “Are you firing her? Or do you want me to make your small eatery famous for atrocious services?” She cocked an eyebrow.
• The manager was quick to decide. “Cara, I fire you!” He dismissed Cara with no delay, but Cara continued to beg deaf ears until the guard threw her out. A sinister smile spread across the face of the woman as she watched Cara through the glass window, standing outside, helpless and sobbing.
• ***
• Suite no. 30012 | Grayson Group of Hotels
• A man shut the door of the luxurious suite with his foot and trapped the woman between the door and his hard body. In a snap of his finger, the room lit up with dark dim lights and the sensuous music played just right to set the mood.
• He kissed her mouth while his hand snaked around her shoulder, opening the strings of her seductive red dress that enticed him all evening. The satin dress slipped off her body smoothly and bunched at her pair of golden high heels.
• The man groaned when he found her wearing nothing underneath, and his rough hands groped her breasts as he kissed her mouth hard, nibbling against her lips. His thumb and forefinger played with her erected nub while the tip of his tongue travelled down from her neck, disappearing in the valley of her bosom.
• “Aries, just do me!” The woman moaned, and Aries looked up at her in the dim light.
• “The night is going to be long, darling,” He whispered in a husky voice. His hand opened the bun, and her long hair cascaded down while his other hand moved to the south, and he tugged down her lacy panties. His finger sailed between her folds, and she took a sharp breath. “So wet and ready for me!” He bit her earlobe, and she squirmed.
• “I can’t wait to have you inside of me!” She panted, and Aries swiftly turned her, pushing her front against the door. He unbuckled his belt, zipping down, and his enormous cock sprang out. Kicking her legs apart, he slid the tip of his cock up and down between her folds. “Aries, please...” the woman pleaded, bunching her fist on the door as he teased her with a mischievous smirk on his lips.
• Aries took a step back to retrieve a condom from his wallet. Tearing the foil and rolling it over his cock, he rammed into her with a guttural groan. “Ah!” The sudden thrust took her by surprise, and her muscle struggled to accept his girth.
• “Take all of it!” Aries demanded in a dark tone, bunching up her hair and pulling her back, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss while thrusting hard and fast, penetrating deep into her. His every thrust was more vigorous than before, and the room filled with their groans and moans.
• The next morning,
• “Aries Grayson is dating Victoria’s Secret model Sasha Lewis. Is the country’s hottest eligible bachelor ready to say goodbye to his title and finally settle down?” The woman propped against the pillow and read an article on her phone about the man she spent the passionate night with when Aries stepped out of the shower in a black bathrobe, rubbing the water from his hair with a towel.
• “So, you’re engaged?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
• “Paparazzi talks shit sometimes.” He said, moving to his closet and taking out one of his Armani suits.
• A smile was tucked on the lips of the woman as she shyly gazed up at him while he changed into a suit right before her eyes. He brushed his damp hair and fixed his tie while the woman continued to stare at him, biting her lips seductively.
• Aries’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, and it was his assistant who informed him he was running late for the meeting. “Okay, I’ll join you in ten minutes,” Aries ended the call and glanced up at the woman who was sitting on his bed, in his shirt.
• Now, when he looked at her face in his sober state, she wasn’t appearing as attractive as she appeared to him in his drunken state. Aries twitched his mouth, took out his wallet from his pocket, and threw a stack of money near her.
• “Thanks for the night.” He said, and instantly the smile disappeared from her face. “I had fun!”
• “I thought something was special between us!” she said. “I felt a connection.”
• Aries cocked his eyebrow. “I promised a night of fun, and the night is over now.” He glanced over at his latest Rolex. “Okay, I need to go. Take the money and leave at your convenience.” He moved to the door, but stopped and turned to her, recalling something.
• “Oh! Please don’t take my shirt with you. It is expensive!!” He winked and walked out of the suite, leaving the woman fuming behind.
• ***
• Cara was sobbing, standing on the Brooklyn bridge as she remembered the episode from the morning when she boarded a bus to reach the café.
• As the bus pulled up to the subsequent stop, two men got on and their eyes rested on her. Oblivious to them, Cara took out an apple from her bag. The men in black pants and leather jackets reached to stand where she was sitting and Cara noticed them.
• The apple dropped from her hand and her eyes mirrored her deepest fear. One of them smiled mischievously in her direction, and she quickly averted her eyes from them, looking out of the window.
• Her heart thumped in her chest and it took her some minutes to gather her thoughts when the bus halted at one of the busiest stations and she saw the maximum of the passengers rising to their feet to depart. Cara seized the opportunity and rushed out, as she knew they won’t highlight it in public. Both the men chased her but lost track of her on the bustling road of New York.
• And that’s how she ended up late for her job… again!
• “Are you alright, dear?” An old couple passing by stopped and Cara snapped back to reality.
• “Yes, thank you!” She smiled, wiping her tears.
• “Everything is gonna be fine, young lady!” The woman patted her back, and they left. Cara continued to stare at the sunset.
• “Why didn’t you take me with you, dad? It’s so hard to live,” her words clouded with emotions as she rubbed her face. "They’ve hunted me down again! Cynthia Glazier and Alfred Doyle won’t leave me alone. They won’t stop until they force me to kill myself!” She cried helplessly.