My Saviour Is A CEO

Chapter 4

Later that night, Stefan was at the hotel bar, pouring himself a third glass of bourbon.

His mother called earlier, she wanted to have family dinner next week. But Stefan knew what this meant, she was expecting him to come along with his bride-to-be, “I'm not getting any younger Stefan”, he replayed her voice in his head, “you can't keep wasting your time with all the women you sleep around with, you need someone to pass the Baxter legacy onto, just like your father did for you, and I want to be here when it happens”.

He sighed, he downed the remaining drink in the glass, and poured himself another. He didn't usually take to drinking whenever he had problems, he faced his problems head-on and solved them, he always prided himself in that.

But this, this was a whole other thing. He had never had a real relationship, heck, he had never been in any relationship at all, he was a famed bachelor and a billionaire, with a face that looked like it was carved by Adonis himself. Women tripped over each other for his attention. He could have any woman he wanted. Why settle down?, he thought to himself.

He finished the drink and looked around, he was the only one at the bar, he started to get up to leave when someone tapped him from behind.

He turned, it was the lady he saw while entering the hotel earlier.

He smiled, the kind of smile that would make a woman's insides swirl.

“I thought I recognized you”, she said, she had a deep sensual voice that commanded attention when she spoke, Stefan found it very sexy, “Stefan Baxter correct? I'm Marylin'', she extended her hand, he took it while looking into her eyes, “what a pretty name, what are you doing in New York City Marylin?”, he asked as he motioned for her to sit on the bar stool next to him.

“I'm a fashion designer and also, a model,” she poured herself a drink, “I'm in town for the New York fashion week”, she said the last part with satisfaction.

“How nice”, he murmured. The light at the bar was dim, but not so dim that he couldn't make out her features. She had her Auburn brown hair in a messy bun. Her face was without makeup, but she added a little blush to her cheeks to help with the pallor. She had full lips that parted slightly when she smiled, Stefan thought of what it would be like to kiss her.

She was tall, with a slim body and silk skin that her evening robe made so little effort to cover up. Stefan could feel the alcohol kicking in.

“Did you hear what I just said?”, he hadn't been paying attention.

“Huh? I'm sorry what was that?”,

Visibly offended that he hadn't been listening to her, she said, “I said how long would you be staying in New York City?”.

“For a while”, he drunkenly said. He swayed a little, then caught himself. Curse his low alcohol tolerance levels, he thought, he was making a fool of himself in front of the pretty model lady. “Are you okay?”, she looked at him quizzically, then came closer and put her hand on his lap. He was looking at her now, he c****d his head a little to the side, was she flirting with him? Didn't she have a boyfriend?

Although, he didn’t care.

The lights at the bar seemed to get dimmer, as if encouraging his sinful thoughts. His senses were both heightened and disarrayed at the same time, he felt her hand moving upwards, towards his groins.

In one swift motion, he drew her closer and kissed her.

She didn't resist, and she kissed him back.

He put his hand in her hair and released the bun, letting her hair flow down her back. He lifted her up and placed her on the bar table, she was holding onto him.

His hands found the hem of her night robe and he started undoing the buttons. Before he could take her breasts in his hands she stopped him, “don't you think we should continue this someplace else?”, she suggested breathing heavily. He too was out of breath. He nodded, “sure”, and they took the elevator.

They hadn't gotten inside the room when he lifted her, opened the door to his room and threw her on the bed, she laughed, and he started to kiss her. He took off her robe and his clothes and tossed them to the side. He was hard, and he needed to relieve himself.

He heard her gasp when he entered her, she was tight, he hoped he didn't hurt her. He started to move in and out slowly, then he picked up the pace when he heard her moans of pleasure. “Oh Stefan, oh god”, she moaned. His thrusts were becoming faster and harder, her moans were becoming louder. He was nearing release.

“Oh f**k me”, she screamed.

His butt cheeks clenched, his leg muscles spasmed, he remembered that he forgot to wear a condom, he came in her. He sighed with relief and rolled off her.

The silence lasted for about twenty minutes, then she said, “so the rumors are true”, she said rubbing his back, “you are good in bed”.

No answer.

“Stefan?”.

His snores came softly. He was fast asleep.

As he was preparing to leave the next morning, he asked her, “where are you gonna tell your boyfriend you've been all night?”.

She looked confused for a moment, “boyfriend?, what boyfriend?”, then her face lit up, “oh you mean Bojan?”, she laughed, he detected a hint of a Slavic accent, he wondered why he didn't notice it last night, it's probably the alcohol, he thought.

“Bojan is my manager”, she continued.

“Oh”, that seemed to calm his nerves a little. Somewhere at the back of his mind he worries that he'll become like his father, so he was careful not to sleep around with people who he knows are in a relationship.

“When can I see you again”, that sexy voice was back, the slight bulge in the pants tempted him to stay longer, but he had business to handle in Seattle. And business comes before anything else.

“Sorry babycakes, I got work to do”, he said putting his shirt on.

“Back in Seattle?”,

“Back in Seattle”.

When he got back to Seattle, his assistant was already waiting for him in his office, “Gary what do we got today?”, he said as he took the cup of coffee Gary handed to him.

“You’ve got a meeting with the shareholders at 1pm today, the shipping companies would like to get your signature on some documents and um..., I think there’s a Lucia Delgado here to see you”, Gary said.

“Who is she?”, Stefan asked.

“A reporter from The Scope, I think she wants to schedule an interview”, Gary said.

“Ugh!, the reporters these days are like vultures”, he said and finished his coffee, “let her in, the faster I get it over with, the better”.

“Sure, I’ll let her in right away”, Gary said and left his office.

Thirty minutes later, Stefan was sitting relaxed on his seat when his door opened and a lady walked in. Stefan took a minute to study her, she was breathtakingly stunning, with her slim, curvaceous body and her long legs, she looked like a Victoria's Secret model. She had her hair done in a chignon, and her face looked familiar.

“Hello Mr. Baxter, I’m Lucia Delgado, from The Scope”, and she extended her hand to shake him and he took her hand in his, as he studied her face again, it clicked. He remembered her. She was the one who ruined his suit at Kelman’s dinner party. It was a good thing he always carried a spare suit to events, else he wouldn’t have been able to present his company’s necklace.

“Hello Lucia, I believe we’ve met before”.