The CEO Darkest Secret

Chapter 5 - Admiration Mood.

Grace stood speechless, admiring Ephraim as the security men of the well-known luxurious hotel took him away. Instead of rushing up to her boyfriend's side to know if Pascal was alright, Grace couldn't take her eyes off Ephraim. She was visibly blushing.

"Grace!!" Stephanie screamed at Grace, as she saw Grace seemed lost in a daze. Grace finally snapped out of her admiration mood and quickly rushed out of the club to follow the ambulance that was taking Jamie and Pascal, along with some of Pascal's men that Ephraim had dealt with, to the hospital. Ephraim had ensured to beat them into a stupor, cracking some bones, and they really needed treatment.

Ephraim was taken away to the hotel security department, and still, the hotel managers spoke to him, "We will have to investigate this matter amicably, as you injured not just one man, but many of them, and yet you seemed unhurt."

Ephraim's face remained expressionless. If there was one thing he learned from his stepmother, Mrs. Anna Dowins, it was to master the act of hiding his true feelings.

Ephraim was hurt and hadn't meant to fight with any of the club men, but they attacked him first.

He was silent as a robot, and he turned his neck slightly to stare from one of the security men to the other in the investigation room that they kept him.

After conducting a few more investigations and seeing that Ephraim was invited by a big company before the fight broke out, an Assistant manager who was still on the luxurious hotel got to know about the fight and came to speak to them. Ephraim was finally granted bail and released instead of being transferred to the police station.

"I'm sorry for the inconveniences caused, Mr. Ephraim Dowins. I'm Albert Josh. Your personal assistant is here to help you out if you're in need of anything. The HS Company sent me to guide you and to also show you around the hotel and if you would love to visit the town."

Ephraim paused and stared at Albert Josh, who was shorter than him and even not up to his shoulder, as Ephraim was very tall in height. But Albert was also a light-skinned man too.

"It's alright. It's already late, and I need to rest now. Maybe tomorrow," Ephraim dismissed, and he walked away from Mr. Albert into the hotel room given to him earlier, while Mr. Albert Josh left to his own hotel room.

Ephraim sighed after he got in and took off his black hand gloves away from his palms, as he mostly wore gloves to reduce contracting sweaty diseases from too much handshaking he had to do.

Ephraim sighed and walked towards the couch in the executive room given to him, and he sat down there and took off his shoes. He was still in deep thinking and began to imagine if the lady that had pulled him forcefully in the club and had truly wanted to kiss him, was the same pretty young lady that he had seen at the airport.

"Why am I still thinking about her? I won't see her again, and that's the plain truth."

Ephraim bent his head, took off his shoes and socks, and stood up to strip off his black suit too.

He sighed and decided to take a bath first, as his body still burned and ached from the fight he had previously engaged in. Even as he had masked the pain and pretended like he was alright, he still felt sore all over him. He walked away to the bathroom to prepare a warm bath to soothe and relax all his tensed muscles.

Ephraim stripped himself, walked towards the bathtub filled with soapy water, and sank into it. He began scrubbing his hard-toned muscles, but he still continued imagining if the pretty was there to bathe with him.

Ephraim knew he would be tortured, and it would be difficult for him to stop thinking about the beauty he had seen at the airport. So he accepted the torture instead of cussing out, knowing he hadn't gotten laid with any woman before.

After taking his bath, Ephraim stepped out, walked to dry up his wet, taut body with the hotel towel given to him in the room. He raked his short black hair, and walked to the box of clothes he came with to search for a night robe to wear.

Ephraim wore a white robe and shorts beneath, sat on his bed, and dialed the hotel room service number as he took out his laptop.

"Room service, 103, Rice and wine to soothe."

Later, a knock came on Ephraim's door, and he stood up, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

The room service attendant walked in carefully, placed Ephraim's orders on a table set as a dinner seat for the hotel guest, and the attendant asked, "Anything else, sir?"

"No, that's all," Ephraim dismissed, as he was tempted to ask if the hotel had females to keep male warmer for the night. He hadn't thought about sleeping with a woman nor trying to feel a woman's soft body beneath his, as he assumed they were all weaklings and pretentiously women. He sighed and walked to the table to take his seat.

Ephraim sighed, opened up the tray of food covered, picked up his spoon, and started eating the rice and fish stew served to him.

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Grace followed Pascal and the ambulance to the hospital to check if Pascal was being treated, as everyone knew her to be Pascal's girlfriend.

She didn't truly like Pascal, but because she was always with him, and Pascal was more possessive of her. Grace found it difficult to quit their relationship or offer him a break-up.

Pascal wouldn't agree, and he showed up for everything she wanted and needed to do.

Pascal was a mafia and worked with the underworld, and Grace wasn't happy about that. She wanted a man that she could be proud of and introduce to her mother as her fiancée. Just looking at Pascal alone, one would know he was a bad guy, even as Pascal kept his business coded and has never been caught by the police. Grace knew it was only a matter of time before the security men got Pascal and laid strong concrete evidence against him to put him behind bars.

Pascal was still handsome, nonetheless, and also slightly fair in complexion. Pascal surely knew how to satisfy her in bed, as he was hot and more of a stallion when it came to bedmatics. Pascal never grew tired.

Grace stood out and waited for the nurses to be through attending to Pascal, to bandage his head and swollen nose, but she still couldn't stop thinking about Ephraim.

She bit her lower lip, imagining how strong and rigid Ephraim's member would be, as she couldn't stop fantasizing about having Ephraim in bed with her, even for a night.

Her body ached, and she knew definitely Ephraim would still be somewhere around in the hotel, as he seemed like a guest, and the luxurious hotel wasn't one to host poor men, but rather rich men of different influential status.

Still thinking about Ephraim, her mobile phone rang out, and it was definitely her mother calling her.

"Oh... Mama calling me," Grace cussed as she stood outside the private ward, waiting for the nurses to be through attending to Pascal, and she picked up the phone call.

"Good evening, Mom," Grace spoke first, and Mrs. Mila replied, "Grace, where are you? Emma is here, and you ain't yet home, and it's already getting late."

"I will soon be home, Mom. When did Emma arrive? I don't have any business with her either," Grace pouted.

"Shut up, Grace. She's your sister, and you should come home now to welcome her."

"No, Mama. Joy is my sister, and not Emma. Anyways, I will soon be home. Let me round up with what I'm doing here," Grace spoke, and Mrs. Mila sighed.

"Alright. Be home safely and don't stay out too long, as it's already getting late," Mrs. Mila advised.

"Okay, Mom," Grace sighed as the call finally disconnected.

"What does Emma want from us again?" Grace questioned, gritting her teeth.