Unexpected Love: One Night With Mr CEO

"Where's the toilet?" Claire asked Devan. Her brows furrowed in confusion as Devan led her into the elevator.

"On the third floor, honey," Devan replied casually. The man leaned against the elevator wall with a gaze that never left Claire who was standing in front of him.

"Huh? Third floor?" Claire's response was astonishment. How come, a house as big as only has a toilet on the third floor.

"Why honey? Is it too far? Okay, I'll carry you," said Devan then approached Claire, immediately lifted her body, and carried her with bridal style.

"Devan, what are you doing?" asked Claire in surprise.

"Carrying my angel," Devan replied with a smile on his lips.

"Put me down, what if someone sees us like this?"

"So what? We'll be married soon, honey. I'm free to do anything with you," Devan said and it managed to make Claire's cheeks blush like a boiled crab.

Claire couldn't contain her feelings, she was embarrassed. Very embarrassed, her cheeks are hot, which made her immediately hide her face in Devan's chest.

The man chuckled. "Are you teasing me, honey?" asked Devan as the elevator doors opened.

Claire was silent and didn't respond.

Devan stepped out of the elevator, walked towards his room with a faint smile on his lips.

Claire didn't realize that the man was taking her to his room.

They entered the toilet.

"It's here, honey," said Devan.

"I'll be waiting for you outside, honey," he added and walked out of the toilet, leaving Claire alone.

"Wait!" said Claire.

Devan turned around. "What's wrong, honey? Do you need my help? Okay, I'll stay here with you," he said.

"No, it's not like that. I mean..."

"Yes, dear? What's wrong? Hmm? Tell me," replied Devan interrupting Claire's words, the man walked closer to Claire.

"Stay there, don't move," Claire said with one hand pointing at Devan.

Devan chuckled, ignoring Claire's words, and continued to move and make Claire walk backward until she reached the toilet wall.

"I-I am.." Claire stammered.

"Why? What will you say, honey?" said Devan with both hands raised and managed to confine Claire.

Claire who previously wanted to ask the man suddenly stopped, she felt sorry for inviting Devan to talk when the man walked out of the toilet.

"I..." Claire stuttered and the next second...

"Aww..." Devan screamed in pain. Claire suddenly stepped on his feet and escaped from Devan's grip. Entered one of the rooms there with a very fast movement.

"Get out," shouted Claire.

"Aww... aww.. this hurts. My leg hurts so bad," Devan shouted as if he was really in pain.

Not getting any response from the woman, Devan again said, "Yesterday I accidentally fell down the stairs, my leg hurt, and you just stepped right on the wound, honey. I'm having trouble walking now."

"Aww.. this hurts. I don't think I can stand up for a while," he added, wincing in pain.

"Get out, before I splash you with water," Claire shouted in response.

Devan chuckled "Don't you pity me? OMG, my feet are bleeding again. This hurts so much," Devan shouted. His words were very different from what he was doing now.

The man stood leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, one leg raised at a ninety-degree angle and resting on the wall.

There was no response from Claire, only the sound of faucet water could be heard.

"Aww... this hurts. Oh my god..."

Suddenly the door to the room where Claire was in opened wide. And that took Devan by surprise.

"Which part hurts?" Claire asked, holding the shower handle in one hand.

"Alright, alright. I'm out now, honey," Devan said with a shudder, walking sideways slowly, keeping his body against the wall.

"I-I was just kidding," he added.

"I think your feet are dirty because I accidentally stepped on them earlier. Come here, let me clean up," said Claire with a big smile.

Devan stared in horror, "No, I can clean it myself, honey. Don't worry," he said and at the same time, the man reached the toilet door.

"I'll be waiting for you outside," Devan said and closed the door from outside.

Claire chuckled at the man's behavior. "Does he think, he can seduce me easily?" she mumbled, one hand brushing her hot face. She then closed the door to the room.

Only five minutes later, Claire came out of the toilet.

Found herself in a room, her brow furrowed in confusion.

It turned out that the toilet she was using was in a room she didn't know who owned.

Looking left and right, Claire didn't see anyone.

'Where is that man?' she thought when she didn't find Devan anywhere.

"Are you done?" a voice suddenly sounded from another room in the room.

Claire turned and find Devan half-naked. The man only wore a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Y-You? What are you doing?" asked Claire immediately taking a wary stance, reflexively her hands moved and covered her chest, walking backward until she reached the door and tried to open it.

However, the result is nil. The door is locked.

Seeing Claire who suddenly panicked, Devan cheered inwardly.

"What happened to you, honey? Why are you panicking like that?" asked Devan casually.

"Why did you take off your clothes? I'm still here, put your clothes back on," Claire said as she turned the doorknob repeatedly.

Devan chuckled "Don't you like my body? don't I look so handsome like this? Do you want to touch this?" asked Devan while pointing at his chest and six-pack stomach.

"You pervert. Put on your clothes, the family is still waiting downstairs. Don't do anything weird, Devan," said Claire.

"You look like you want to touch this," he said again, touching his stomach, trying to tease her. He didn't know since when he liked Claire's expression when he teased her.

He felt hot. Decided to take a shower before returning to join the family downstairs. Since coming home from work, he hasn't showered yet makes his body feel sticky.

It just so happened that Claire was with him, so decided to play around with the woman a bit.

Claire's face grew hotter, she knew very well that by now her cheeks were as red as a boiled crab.

To be honest, she did admit that her future husband's body was perfect. Tall body, broad chest, plaid belly, pure white skin and slightly plump, chest muscles even look very seductive, plus a very handsome face, so tell her, what kind of woman can resist the charm of a man like that?

Even Claire, who had been trying her best to keep her eyes, still couldn't hold back.

Hearing Devan's words, Claire took a deep breath. Without giving any response, she immediately closed her eyes while turning her body and facing the door. She tried her best to keep her sanity.

Seeing Claire's reaction. Devan chuckled and felt very happy by the woman's behavior.

Several minutes passed, silence, no sound was heard which made Claire frown.

"Maybe he's been in the toilet,' she thought with a sigh and turned back around with her eyes open.

But at the same time, Claire held her breath again.

She didn't know since when Devan was standing right in front of her at this time, half-naked, a faint smile formed on his lips.

She could feel Devan's minty breath.

Unknowingly Claire swallowed her saliva. She then lowered her gaze, and Devan's broad chest greeted her.

"Let me help you, honey," Devan whispered, taking Claire's hand and bringing it to his chest.

"I'm yours, honey. You can do whatever you want with me," he added.

"Okay, now shower and stop teasing me, Devan," Claire said still with her eyes closed.

Both hands then pushed Devan's body. Using only instinct, she pushed the man into the bathroom in the room.

Devan did not protest and just surrendered. He'd been holding back from laughing so hard. Claire was so cute to him. Especially now, she was pushing him towards the bed, not the bathroom.

"Take a shower," Claire said then pushed Devan's body, and it managed to make him fall and sit on the edge of the bed.

"Don't you dare go out until you're done showering," Claire said again.

"Okay, but how do you do it? While you pushed me here," Devan replied.

"What? What do you mean?" Claire asked still with her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes, honey. I'm afraid you'll do more than this if you keep your eyes closed like that," Devan replied.

Hearing that, Claire immediately opened her eyes.

Instantly her cheeks turned red again. How could she push Devan onto the bed?

"Do you want to make a sister for Dave?" asked Devan seductively.

"I-I want... no... I mean..."

"Never mind, I'm sorry dear," said Devan and stood up, gently stroking Claire's head.

"Now, you are sitting here. Wait for me until I'm done showering," he added then grabbed Claire's shoulder, brought her to the bed, and made her sit there.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said then kissed Claire's forehead briefly, then turned and entered the bathroom.

Leaving Claire who was still frozen on the spot.

"What exactly am I doing?" Claire muttered while holding her chest. She could feel her heart beating very fast.

Devan is good at messing up her feelings.

Until a few minutes passed.

Devan's voice came from inside the bathroom, "Honey...." he shouted to Claire.

"May I ask your help?" he added.