The Hot Sextuplets

Saved by the Handsome CEO

The soft sound of the elevator swizzing through the shaft filled his ears once more the instant the doors closed shut, reminding him once more that his day had finally come to an end, even though it bothered him more than he would have liked to, unlike any normal human being, when the time for him to head back home had arrived, Dean had always wanted to spend more time at work than to leave. keeping himself preoccupied in his business was all that really mattered to him.

Not that he had a problem with keeping himself busy, as a matter of fact, he simply did not want to head back home to what awaited him. But the time on the clock begged him to leave the premises, even though he owned the entire company.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he slowly turned to the mirror just behind him, taking in what damage the day had given him from the endless piles of work he deliberately gave himself to do. But even though he had so much to do, it didn't really show on his face. Eyebags that were supposed to be there were nonexistent and his hair remained the same as it was when he arrived.

Even though his fancy throne gave him a sense of entitlement, it only led him to an endless life of empty elevator rides as all the others below him gave him the unwanted respect of giving him all the space in the elevator and corridors. So, he rarely met the people working for his company, which didn't really seem to bother him, since he did not like public spaces or overly crowded places.

The sound of the elevator 'ding' filled his ears and he glanced up, through the mirror, to the number bar just above the door. It wasn't his stop, rather, just two floors below his, so he would assume someone wasn't informed that he was using it.

Well, he didn't bother with himself, since he knew whomever it was would notice him and not step in, just like always.

He dropped his eyes towards the door and watched as it opened, only to reveal a crowd of people behind it who were endlessly chattering with themselves. They nearly stepped in but stepped back the instant they spotted their young CEO already inside, barely facing them but eyeing them through the mirror.

They all stepped aside and glanced elsewhere as the doors slowly began to close. He sighed out and turned his gaze back to himself, fixing his eyebrows instead as he tried to keep himself occupied.

The sudden thud of the elevator, the instant the doors closed, drew his attention to the door, only to spot a woman standing by the buttons and frantically pressing the last floor button as though it would teleport there.

Despite the oddity that this woman had decided to share the elevator with him, he didn't really say anything as he watched her through the mirror, hearing her curse and whisper to herself as she moved to the door without turning and crouched to the floor by the door, as though waiting for it to open.

Dean furrowed his brows in confusion and turned towards her and away from the mirror, though still keeping silent as he didn't know who she was, but he could guess she worked in his company and was one of the many lower ranks he rarely encountered.

Her dark blue t-shirt had a few wrinkles along the shoulder and around the edges of the skirt she was wearing, a clear sign she might have tried to iron it as she was coming to work. Her skirt, on the other hand, gripped her round curves almost so perfectly that he couldn't tell if she could actually move in it.

Despite not really wanting to speak to her, he couldn't help but want her to at least glance his way, just so he could see the face behind the slightly wrinkled shirt and gripping skirt. He could not bring himself to admit he simply wanted to see the face behind the curves.

"Do you always wait for the elevator crouched by the door?" He asked as he slightly chuckled and leaned back into the mirror, folding his hands to his chest. "or is it because you think I won't notice you?"

The woman slowly turns her head towards the owner of the deep masculine voice, only to flinch the instant her eyes met his.

A small smile spread across his lips the instant his eyes met hers, taking in the brown essence of the chocolate gaze that poured right out of her eyes and into his. He couldn't help but admire the way her eyes glimmered underneath the elevator lights as she stared at him from the floor. There was no familiarity in them, but he didn't feel the need to make her leave.

"Don't you speak?" he asked when he noticed her unusual silence as she simply stared at him, her eyes constantly shifting as though she couldn't tell which eye to look at.

She slowly squinted her eyes and raised her hand high above her forehead to block the light from beaming into her eyes as she tried to get a better view of whom she was really looking at, but the blurred figure standing before her didn't feel familiar to her, and the voice was completely muffled and inaudible to her ears.

He raised his brows at her as he now remained silent, unsure of what she was doing as she behaved oddly even to him.

"are you blind?" he asked but she didn't respond, still trying hard to tell who it was, only to wince and plaster both palms against the sides of her head as she leaned her forehead onto the doors of the elevator. "are you okay?"

her grip on her hair only tightened as she gritted her teeth from the boiling sensation that filled up her head. The way her ears turned into whizzing hot iron plates that burned into her palms only made things worse as it only escalated from there, as though telling her that her time was finally up.

Dean, still remaining where he was, couldn't help but watch as she rubbed her hands against the sides of her face, also starting to notice the way her dark blue t-shirt slowly grew a shade darker where it touched her skin. She was beginning to sweat and she was sweating profusely as her body began to shudder as well.

Dean leaned from the mirror and slowly approached her as the thought of her having a fever came to him. He gently crouched down to his knees and tilted his head a little just to catch her face once more.

That's when he noticed she wasn't even awake.

Her shoulders instantly dropped, sliding her hands from the doors of the elevator as they fell to rest at her side before her knees followed, rocking her back. Dean quickly reached his hands out and circled his arm around her waist, keeping her from falling as he brought his free hand to grab her shoulder facing away from him.

The sweat forming at the back of her neck and temple soaked his grey jacket as he pulled her a little closer to his chest while he placed his knees just underneath her, trying to keep himself from losing balance.

The bouncy curls that covered her forehead were now sticking onto her face and soaked up all the moisture that poured from her own body. Noticing now that she wasn't awake and completely unconscious, with the burning feel of her skin against the arm holding her neck in place, Dean had confirmed that she was having a high fever.

The elevator doors finally peeled open, freeing her legs that had dropped entirely.

The woman at the reception instantly glanced towards the elevator, only to widen her eyes the instant she noticed the young boss kneeling on the ground with a woman in his hands. She instantly dropped her notepad and circled the front desk, approaching the two from the elevator as Dean tried to keep the elevator doors from closing while he fixed the woman in his hands.

"Evening sir." the receptionist smiled as she squatted and glanced towards Dean, who didn't seem to have acknowledged her. "I'll help her, you don't need to worry yourself-."

"Release all working staff in all branches." he cut her short as he lifted the woman into his arms before getting onto his feet. "have them all get compulsory regular checkups at the clinic before working every three days." he said before turning and leaving with the woman he did not really know.