Mr. CEO is a Psychopath

Two

And now said CEO, is staring down at her. Tall and well– intimidating as f**k…

Or not.

He got these fierce, cold eyes just a moment ago, but now disappeared completely turning into a charming smile, looking down right at her. It was as if Clay had just imagined those initial impressions.

He was far from intimidating, in fact, he looked kind. Though Clay could never mistake him from anyone other than the CEO’s son.

Clay sees the CEO at times when she’s assigned to clean his office. They almost never interacted other than polite greetings, but even Clay could see the resemblance clearly. They both have green eyes, the mesmerizing emerald ones.

“Can I pass through, miss?” He says, voice raspy and low but his tone polite though she could see amusement behind his eyes.

It pulled Clay out of trance, forced herself to say something and a small awkward, ‘oh sorry’, came, before she stepped aside to get out of the way. She mentally scolds herself as she was supposed to say something cool or funny to lessen the awkwardness, but apparently, she’s on an embarrassment streak.

The about-to-retire CEO stood on a platform, elevating him slightly from the rest so everyone could see, as he started speaking in a loud, clear voice, “this is my son, Owen Alexander Reid. Truly by blood and kin, as you can see we are as handsome.”

The crowd chuckles at that, before there was silence as he continued, simple and concise, “he would be inheriting all of my shares at this company, and I assure you all, it’s as safe as it can be in my son’s hands. He’s a competent young man.” He adds the last sentence with a proud smile and a pat on Alexander’s back.

He looked like he is truly happy for his son, and Clay can’t help to wish her own father would be proud of her too.

They were spectating at the far end of the room, as these kind of things in the company doesn’t usually concern them, and they were of less importance to the company compared to these people wearing business tailored suits.

“God, he is so hot.” Clay hears Genevieve basically moan beside her. She elbows Clay, asking, “do you think I have a chance?”

Genevieve is a receptionist at the company, and a friend of Clay. They met at the company and instantly clicked. While Clay is mostly an introvert until she gets comfortable, Genevieve is the exact opposite. One could say Genevieve, the extrovert, basically adopted her.

“Sure,” Clay answers absentmindedly, and she honestly thinks so. Genevieve is an attractive woman. Her hair has the color of a season, autumn, and she have these visible freckles around her nose. She has plump red lips and her eyes dark brown, intense in all sense.

“Boohoo,” Genevieve says, as she nods to a dark-haired woman, now standing really close to Mr. Reid’s son, “Do you think that’s her girlfriend?” she asks.

The woman looked definitely beautiful, and she seemed close to him too. She has a nice petite body, and she looks expensive, so Clay really wouldn’t be surprised if the two are indeed in a relationship.

Clay turns to Vee, as she usually calls her, “most likely.”

“Boohoo,” the red-head repeats, and she was silent for a few moments, before she adds out of the blue, eyeing the sexy woman from across the room, “well, I could take both of them.”

“Vee!” Clay whisper-shouts, this time she’s the one elbowing the now inappropriately-smiling red head. Genevieve go both ways, and she made that clear plenty of times, made it inappropriate too by the countless suggestive comments.

After Alexander gave a little speech, he signed papers, and the rest was a blur to Clay. Her mind was up in the clouds as they always are, so she couldn’t have seen the curious green eyes gazing at her…

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“f**k…”

Cold stilettos on his back, slender long legs wrapped tightly around him. Urging him closer and deeper.

And he doesn’t disappoint, never does.

Alexander pounds harder and faster, sweat running down his forehead and his collarbone, which one could see as his necktie were loosed.

Stefani hangs on the office table for dear life, as she feels heaven between her legs.

“Ngh baby- I’m coming.”

Alexander changes his angle to spot he knows would get her higher, and by the raise of her voice, it did.

After the party, Stefani dragged him back to his new office, and he could never ever refuse dirtying this pristine place. It’s a way of celebrating, anyway.

After both of them was spent, Stefani wraps her arms around his neck, slurring, “that was the best, baby.” She leans for a kiss, which he evaded.

“You know better than that, Stefani.” He says as he unwraps himself around her, and started fixing his clothes.

Stefani rolls her eyes, and she jumps off the table unbothered by his statement, before straightening her clothes as well.

“I travelled all the way here to support you and then, this.” She smiles, “ungrateful as always.”

Alexander approaches the mirror, perfectly fixes his in place, “I know you are just bored.”

“Indeed,” she answers simply, before she started walking to the door, halting as she asks, “will you ever be back in LA?”

Alexander meets her amused eyes on the mirror, “not for a while.”

Stefani chuckles, “then I’ll grieve for New York.”