Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid By Lisa Salman Chapter 11


    11- Helga


    Ashley pov


    I could not maintain eye contact. He looked so s*xy in that ck t-shirt.


    “Come on, Justin. I was getting bored and badly need yourpany.” I gestured for him to sit before


    me.


    “If you are getting bored, you can watch TV, Ashley!” His face had gotten serious.


    “I have already broken lots of rules, Justin. I went out of the room. I am using yourpany. You are


    taking care of me. None of this is your responsibility. You are already doing a lot.” Leaning towards him


    I whispered, “I know what you are hiding from me.”


    His eyes went wide when I scrunched my nose, “W…What do you mean?”


    “I mean to say is…” I rolled my lips between my teeth, “I know you are keeping him away!” I giggled


    and he frowned looking down at my face.


    “I am talking about my husband, silly.” I kind of reminded him, “You are keeping him away to keep me


    safe. Isn’t it?” Strangely he did not react to it and started wiping his hands with the napkin.


    “What? You are not eating your meal?” He shook his head and threw the napkin.


    “You should finish your meal otherwise you are not getting Doritos.”


    I shrugged my left shoulder trying to threaten him, “Then I guess, I will be needing to s*atch it away!”


    He winked before pointing towards my te, “Finish it up. We are watching a movie tonight!”


    My eyes went wide with surprise, “You mean in the cinema?”


    “For the time being on this LED TV!” He pinched the tip of my nose yfully.


    I tried to fake a sad smile by curving down my lips.


    “Hey, Kitten. Don’t be sad. I promise. We will watch a movie together. On the big screen! Soon!” I


    trusted him. I knew he will not go back on his words.


    I was excited to watch a movie with him. I was happy that he would stay with me here for the time


    being.


    ***


    For the umptieth time, I tried to hold my yawn. I did not know Justin liked action movies. It was an old


    movie where male leads were wearing baggy jumpers, bomber jackets, Hawaiian shirts, and


    mustaches.


    All five male leads were thinking that they were the best alpha males walking on earth. I had been


    watching light action movies in Eden Orphanage with a slight mix ofedy and


    romance.


    In this movie, the only romance was holding any passing girl by her nape and giving her an intense


    kiss. A girl tried to convince one of the male leads to go to the back of the bar and give him a happy


    time.


    “What is a happy time?” I asked him, putting arge Dorito piece in my mouth. I needed to show him


    that I found the movie quite interesting.


    “Why, kitten?” He asked me and I could detectughter in his voice, “Orphanages don’t give s *ex


    education to their kids?”


    What? S*ex education? What was this supposed to mean? I tried recalling all the lectures we were


    given about it. All I remembered was how female and male bodies work.


    But no one ever used the term happy time.


    “We were only allowed to watch PG 12 movies on weekends. On a Saturday night, Mother Superior


    and her assistant used to make popcorn for all of us.” The mere memory brought so much contentment


    to my heart.


    I hadpletely forgotten about the movie.


    Oh, the movie!


    Poor Justin asked me a simple question about s*ex education, and I gave him a long lecture on my


    weekend nights.


    My gaze lifted only to witness the paused movie.


    “I… I am sorry. I just went with the flow.” An embarrassed chuckle left my lips.


    “You miss them. Don’t you?” I craned up my neck at his question only to meet his amber eyes looking


    down at me.


    “I do. They are very strict about not letting someone live past eighteen years of age. I even tried to find


    a job in that orphanage. Just to stay closer to them.” I told him sadly, “There were no vacancies at the


    time otherwise they would have made me stay.”


    His arm snaked around me in a death grip, “You want to cry?”


    “What?” I frowned and wiped the uninvited tears that were there on my cheeks, “I don’t think so!” I kind


    of argued when he said gently,


    “It’s ok if you want to, I guess. I am right here.”


    I did not know why so many droplets were running down my cheeks. I swear I did not know why these


    silly tears were embarrassing me in front of this gorgeous guy.


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    He might be thinking that I like crying.


    “Kitten. Seems like someone loves crying a lot.” Though he tried to mask his voice with a quip, he did


    not seem non-serious.


    “I just feel like crying. Maybe because that’s my hormones acting weirdly …”


    “But this is the third time I am seeing you crying. Girls your age like movies, discussing handsome


    movie stars, and going on dates. Here you don’t seem to stop yourself from crying.” I slowly lifted the


    big Doritos bag to hide my face.


    “Stop hiding behind it!” In a jiffy, the Doritos bag was snatched away from my hand, “The one who cries


    is not allowed to eat those. Do you know that?”


    “Justin!” By now I had forgotten that I was crying, “Give me that!”


    I tried to bring some sternness in my voice and tried to grab my precious bag from his hands.


    He was quick to lift his hand up in the air.


    Holding his shoulder, I knelt on one knee and tried to take the bag. He bent away in his attempt to not


    let me seed.


    “Justin! Give me my Doritos! Now!” I felt like some Dominic power had possessed my soul.


    I stood up on the bed and again tried to reach my baby.


    “What if I don’t give you YOUR Doritos? Will you cry again?” Justin fluttered hisshesughingly and


    laid back. His head was hanging down the edge of the bed.


    His hand carrying the Doritos bag was on the floor now. I looked down at his face. His brow was raised


    challenging me silently to take it back from him.


    Without realizing what I was doing, in my attempt to snatch Doritos I threw myself on his body.


    “Justin. Anything happens to my baby, and I swear I will kill you.” I was being all possessive about this


    crunchy yummy snack of mine.


    By now my face was too close to him. It was that much close that I could smell his face in my nostrils.


    When I was about to reach the Dorito Pack, he quickly shifted it to his other hand.


    “I like it more when you are feisty!”


    “What?” I looked down not understanding a bit.


    “The way you are trying to get what belongs to you is remarkable, kitten. I am happy that you are not


    crying for it but trying your best to get it.”


    I kept looking down at his face and became aware of our closeness. He was more gorgeous up this


    close. The smile that was tucked at the corner of his lips just a few moments back seemed to slowly


    vanish away.


    By now I was no more trying for Doritos. Because I was too busy gawking at his perfectly sculpted face.


    His eyes had gone


    serious.


    My eyes dipped to his full lips. I needed to kiss him.


    I did not know what got into me. I was no more scared. No more, afraid of the consequences. In a


    trance, my head slowly started closing the distance between our lips.


    He gazed down at my lips and closed his eyes. Thoseshes!


    D*mn!


    I wished he could go to sleep so that I could see his face and maybe trace my fingers on those


    features. I could not help the smirk at the corner of my mouth. I suddenly remembered about my baby


    aka Doritos.


    Torn between kissing his pink luscious lips and snatching away my baby, Doritos won the


    contest.


    As quick as a wink, I lunged and grabbed my Doritos from his hand.


    “Gotcha!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. His eyes opened and went wide when he understood what


    I just did.


    “Did you just…? Gosh, Kitten! I did not know you are so c*nning!” He was trying to tease me


    with a careless chuckle.


    Was there a trace of disappointment in his tone?


    I tried to sit up cing my palms on his hard chest and he did not seem to mind. After straightening up,


    he not only leaned back on the pillow but ced his both arms around me. “There is a lioness in you.” I


    was taken aback by the praise in his tone. I could not see his face because it was leaning on my


    shoulder.


    “Sorry?”


    “I said there is a lioness in you. When someone tries to snatch away something that belongs to you.


    Don’t you ever quit. Go after him. Roar! Make some noise. Chances are he will sh*t his pants after


    hearing your thunderous howls!”


    “Are you saying that because … you don’t like people whoin or cry?”


    “I am saying this because I can’t see you crying.” Lifting my chin up he forced me to look into his eyes,


    “It’s ok if you want to cry, kitten. I am here for you. But if you need to face the world bravely, then you


    need to put this lioness fa?ade up there.”


    I did not know why he was giving me this ted talk.


    We again started watching the movie. This time I did not try to stifle my yawn and leaned my head on


    his chest.


    I even smiled when I felt his grip tightening around me. I sensed him kissing my head and liked the


    feeling.


    I liked him.


    Lioness! Huh?


    ***


    Sarah pov:


    The moment our nended, I sighed. I could not wait to run into Justin’s arms.


    “We need to find a cab because you wanted to surprise Justin,” Nadiained pushing the luggage


    trolley.


    “Sorry, girls. I have been trying to contact Helga. I don’t know what’s the matter with her. She is not


    receiving the call.” It was irritatingly frustrating.


    Being a senior s*rvant did not mean she had any right to stop taking my calls. Maybe she was taking us


    for granted.


    All tired, we took the cab and covered the distance in utter silence. All three of us were busy with our


    own thoughts.


    Atst, when we were home, we got out of the cab. A s*rvant who was a young boy of hardly twenty


    years of age, came out of the Deluca house to take our luggage.


    “Hey, boy! What’s your name?” I nced at his badge that said James, “James! Right? Any idea where


    can I find Helga?”


    I knew we all needed to settle down first, but I could not wait to tell Helga that treating her with respect


    did not mean she had be one of us.


    I needed to remind her that she was still a s*rvant.


    “Ma’am. She is no more here.” He said bncing our suitcases on his head.


    “No more? What do you mean. She is on vacation or something?” Now, why do I feel that it was


    something serious?


    Was Helga sick or something?


    “Ma’am. She is no more working here. Young master has warned her never to return to this


    household!”


    “Wh…what do you mean by that?” She demanded.


    He looked here and there then brought his face close to mine, “Ms. Helga,” He whispered, Young


    master has kicked her out of the house.”


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