GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

In a luxurious apartment was a couple enjoying sex.

Kyle grabbed Catrina’s hands roughly, threw her on her back on the bed and penetrated her wildly, she moaned in pleasure, he was frustrated at being forced to marry a petty girl.

When he was done, he withdrew from her, went into the bathroom and threw the condom in the wastebasket, then untied her and began to dress.

“Are you leaving? I thought we were going to spend the night together!”

“Remember that from today I am a married man, and I have to maintain my image.”

“I’m tired of your grandfather wanting to control your life; I’m about to lose control.”

“But you don’t cooperate. I told you that you couldn’t attend that event with her, and the girl shows up, of all places, with the competition.”

Catrina pouts as she positions herself behind him, caressing his hair, speaking flirtatiously.

“Forgive me already! I only went with him to that event to make you jealous because you won’t confront your grandfather and claim your inheritance.”

“As if it were that easy. Pratt Enterprises are a family legacy from my mother’s side, and I haven’t left the presidency because I promised my grandfather to continue his legacy; otherwise, I would have my own business. I have to stay a year to get divorced, then return to my life,” he finished dressing and left the apartment.

Catrina was furious, grumbling in anger. She had been in a relationship with Kyle for five years, and he always ended it because of her nonsense. She sought ways to get him into bed and win him back. “I fought so hard to get Kyle into my bed and please him in everything, only to lose him because of that damn old man. I’ll show him he can’t defeat me!” she shouted in frustration.

Catrina remembered the incident from five months ago when she convinced Kyle that getting married was the best option. They announced it to the Pratt family, and the old man immediately commented.

“I give you my blessing to marry, but the moment my grandson signs the marriage certificate, he ceases to be the CEO of my companies.”

After thinking it over, Catrina gave up on that idea and proposed to wait. Her dream is to be the lady of Pratt Enterprises. ‘If the old man thinks that marrying someone else will make me give up, he’s wrong!’

A few hours later, Lindsey felt someone knocking on the door. She got up from bed to say,

“Come in.”

“I came to get you for dinner. Young Kyle is already at the dining table,” Emilia said.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Lindsey descended the stairs in silence, sat at the other end of the table where Kyle was, and managed to mutter,

“Enjoy your meal!” She waited for a response that never came, lowered her head, and began to eat. Only the sound of utensils and glasses moving could be heard.

Kyle stood up from the table as if she didn’t exist. “No wonder he has a reputation for being arrogant. He’s a sourpuss. He didn’t even dare to respond, the audacious one,” she muttered under her breath as she saw his broad back disappear from the dining room.

The next day she woke up, did her personal hygiene, dressed as she normally did with a loose shirt and wide pants. She went downstairs and headed to the kitchen to have breakfast, greeting two people who were there.

“Good morning, my girl! Sit down; they are about to serve you breakfast,” Emilia recited as she entered the kitchen.

“Good morning, Emilia! Has Kyle already left?”

“Yes! He went to the company early.”

Lindsey felt relieved knowing she wouldn’t have to face the ogre. She sat down and had breakfast in silence, then went upstairs to her room, grabbed her bag, and headed downstairs. On her way, she met Emilia and inquired, “Is there a bus or taxi stop around here?”

“Robert can take you wherever you want!” Emilia suggested, surprised by the lady of the house asking about public transportation.

“Who is Robert? Don’t worry; I’m used to taking public transport. Just tell me where I can catch it.”

“Robert is the designated driver for us, the mansion staff. When Gladys, the cook, goes to the market or when I need to pay a service or deal with any issues, he’ll gladly take you if you want.”

“Thanks, Emilia! But no, I can manage on my own.”

“If that’s what you want, I don’t think there will be any problems. Come on, I’ll accompany you to the entrance.”

The two women left the mansion and walked to the large gate. Emilia explained, “You’ll walk until the end of this street, then, when you reach the main street, walk two blocks on the right side, and there you’ll see the transit stop, where both buses and taxis stop.”

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“You don’t have to thank me, my girl. I’m here to serve you.”

With an effusive smile, Lindsey bid farewell. She walked and took the bus to her workshop, where an eager Janna awaited. As usual, after work, she headed to the university.

In the evening, upon arriving at the mansion, she went straight to her room, avoiding her husband. Two months passed, with each going about their lives without knowing about the other.

Kyle left the mansion early to avoid his wife. He didn’t know what she did every day but noticed she wasn’t at home on weekends. Not knowing about her life was starting to bother him. He was furious that she hadn’t called, messaged, or asked for money; it was as if she didn’t exist.

One Sunday, he stayed in bed, wondering, ”What is that girl doing when I’m not at home? Who is financing her whims? As far as I know, her family disowned her. Could she have a lover as tasteless as her? That’s why it doesn’t bother me.’

His eyes narrowed, and his gaze grew colder at the thought of his wife. That day, he came down late for breakfast and asked Emilia, “What does that girl do when I’m not at home?”

“My boy! She leaves early every day and comes back at night.”

Kyle got angry upon learning that Lindsey didn’t spend the day at home. Various thoughts crossed his mind, and the theory of a lover solidified in his head-not out of jealousy, but because if there was a betrayal, even though their marriage hadn’t been revealed to the media, it would be a mockery for him.

Enraged, he retreated to his office. In the afternoon, he came out and sat on a piece of furniture near the stairs.