Married to a Playboy CEO

Playboy CEO

Hotel Townsworld, 3:30 AM

3:30 AM is called the Devil's hour because at that time the whole world is asleep. It is said that at this time some devil spirits are awake. But not just devil spirits, devil souls as well. People who are awake at night doing things that are forbidden.

On the door of room number 734 in Hotel Townsworld, there was a large "Do Not Disturb" tag hanging. No housekeeper had the courage to disturb the person inside. Only someone who wanted to risk their life would open that door. Every staff member of the hotel knew who had booked the room and why.

It was the most luxurious suite of the hotel and reserved for a special person. It was on the highest floor of the hotel, where no media person could reach; arrangements were made to keep Archie away from every scandal.

"What are you doing here?" A housekeeping girl stood at the door and placed her ear on the mahogany door of the suite.

"Don't you know? Mr. Archie came with a top model Zina. It was rumored that they were dating, but she denied it," her colleague asked her.

"Mr. Archie is so handsome. I am jealous of her... They won't be playing chess inside at this hour." One curled her lips with an upset face.

Suddenly the door opened, and they both startled to death. Their faces turned pale when they saw Zina standing in front of them. She seemed so angry. Her brows raised at them.

"Miss... Zina..." They turned speechless, handling her a bottle of water. "You were asked for this..." they said. She immediately closed the door.

The Golden Suite of the hotel Townsworld was nothing but a 3BHK luxurious suite that was filled with all luxuries, adorned with golden dim lights on the three walls, and the glass wall at the front, through which one could see the entire city in a single glance. An infinity swimming pool and a dark night with serene streets.

"Ahhh... Archie. Ahhh." The room was filled with seductive moans. Zina was moving up and forth, giving a clear view of her ass to the man behind her. With a 6.2 ft height, he appeared no less than a model who was going to appear on the front page of Vogue. His tousled dark brown hair with hazel brown eyes, a gift of his Australian genes. His nose was pointed, and his jawline was so sharp that it could slit the hearts of the girls.

"f**k me.. f**k me hard.. Archie.. f**k me now." Zina was begging him.

"You seem to be in a hurry." Archie grabbed her hair. She was screaming.

"Don't bother me. I want you to f**k me right now," she begged again.

Before Archie could make his next move, his phone started ringing. Looking at the phone, he got annoyed; he saw that it was a call from home. He got up and turned off the phone.

"Whose call was it?" Zina asked, making a doubtful face. Archie threw the phone aside and jumped onto the bed.

"No one. The people who brought me into this world want me to live as their slave, which is never going to happen," he said as he climbed on her.

At noon, Zina woke him up, shaking him.

"Archie, Archie, wake up. Your mom is calling me," Zina said. Hearing this, Archie was shocked and grabbed his phone from the floor. He saw a hundred missed calls from his mom. He was stunned because she never called him this many times.

"Something must be serious." He muttered and called back.

"Hello, mom."

"Where the hell are you?" His mom shouted. "Do you have any idea? Your grandpa has been missing since last night, and you are not even bothering to answer your phone!" his mom said, and Archie was deeply shocked to hear this.

"What? Grandpa is missing? Where did he go?" Archie got up from his bed, feeling very worried. He regretted not answering his mom's call last night.

"No one can find him. His car was found in the countryside, but there's no sign of him," his Aunt was very upset. Archie quickly started putting on his clothes.

"I'm coming right now." He hung up the phone and continued getting dressed. Zina sat up, feeling a bit sad seeing Archie so worried and getting ready to leave.

"You promised we would spend the day together," Zina got up from the bed and approached Archie. He was buttoning his shirt, and she tried to stop him.

"Your grandpa is quite old. Maybe he just f*****g died after having a fight with you," Zina said, and Archie's eyes turned sharp. He pushed her hand away.

"You're holding me to a promise? You're so naive. Don't let me see you after today." Archie adjusted his collar and took a quick look at himself in the mirror before heading out. Zina's face turned confused.

"Bastard, how dare you. I won't let you do that. I will expose you." Zina gritted her teeth.

"Go and call the media if you want to get into the scandal too. An upcoming actress engaged in such a scandal would be worth it, right?" He threw the comb at her face and started leaving. "And by the way, I wore a condom last night. Don't try any pregnancy tricks," Archie said as he left the room.

Archie Turner, a 26-year-old businessman and CEO of the Turner Group, was tall and exceptionally handsome. He was as famous for his business strategies as he was infamous for his indulgent lifestyle and arrogance. Women were drawn to him and often ended up in his bed. Laura was one of them.

In his tailored suit, he looked very dashing. He had a penchant for luxury and, if he loved anyone the most in his life, it was himself. To him, women were only for the bedroom. Perhaps the fact that women were so crazy about him had convinced him that he could buy anything, including any woman, with money.

His name had been tarnished by several scandals, but he had skillfully managed to cover them up with the help of news channels. Even when he brutally beat a security guard while drunk—just because the guard had stopped him—this scandal made him even more infamous.

Archie started calling his manager and other people to find out about his grandpa's whereabouts.

Meanwhile, Celeste was startled early in the morning by the sound of something falling. She grabbed a wooden rod from beside her bed and stepped outside.

"I needed some water." The old man had woken up and saw the shadow of Celeste coming there with a rod in her hand. He realized that Celeste had saved him and brought him there. A glass of water had fallen and shattered on the floor. Celeste rushed over to him and handed him another glass of water.

"Are you alright now?" Celeste asked. The old man nodded and took a sip of water. He seemed very hungry, so Celeste gave him some bread she had bought the previous night. Without saying anything, he started eating the bread.

Celeste noticed that Jack hadn't come out of his room. Perhaps he was still upset because she brought that old man. She extended her phone towards the old man and said, "You can call your family with this." The old man looked at her phone in shock. He shook his head.

"I don't have a family." The old man said and took a deep breath. "I have no one in this world." He added and Celeste felt bad for him.

"What? You have no family?" Celeste stared at his clothes, his tailored clothes that looked so expensive. Even by his face, he didn't seem like a poor person, but someone like old rich. Even the watch he was wearing must cost millions.

The old man noticed her staring at his expensive things, his watch and suit.

"Oh. Actually, I work in a theatre. And these all things are rented, I have to return all this." He added, Celeste felt pity for that old man. "Thanks to you, I was able to eat after many days." He smiled, his eyes creased. The aged wrinkles on his face deepened and showed utter satisfaction.

Celeste grabbed her purse and took out some money, enough to have bread for fifteen days. She handed that money to that old man.

"You can take it." She said without knowing that the old man was none other than the owner of the Turner Group. He was impressed by Celeste's kindness. He already could assume that the girl is poor by looking at her house. "You can buy some food for yourself until you get another job." She said, smiling with an upset face.

"You don't need to give this to me. Just let me stay here for a while. It would be a great favor." He asked her. Celeste was worried about Jack but then she was ready to let him stay for a while. Perhaps that person needed someone to look after him. Celeste thought and she agreed to it.