Ouch! my ceo fiancé fell for his maid by Lisa alman novel Chapter 123

3-Still An Adonis (Book 2)

I felt a mix of shock and excitement as Adonis leaned in and whispered in my ear calling me long legs. My staff was still watching us, and I could feel their eyes on me as I tried to compose myself.

I took a step back from him and looked up, trying to gauge his intentions. Was he just playing with me, or did he really like me?

He must have sensed my hesitation because he took a step forward and reached out to touch my arm, "This was the first thing I noticed about you when we met in that club. Your legs."

I could sense my cheeks heating up to his gaze. Thankfully his low whispers were not audible to others... except that man sitting on the stylist's seat.

I nodded, still feeling a little dazed, I managed to say. "I appreciate your honesty... Adonis!"

He smiled, "I don't like playing games, long legs. Life's too short for that, you know?"

I nodded again, feeling a surge of admiration for him. How right he was! Who would know about this bitter truth of life better than me? Life was too short indeed.

He was so different from the other guys I had dated for the past two years, who always seemed to be playing some kind of game or trying to impress me with their wealth or status or fake cockiness.

Adonis seemed genuine, down-to-earth, and refreshingly honest. I couldn't wait to get to know him better, and I hoped that our coffee date the next morning would just be the beginning of something special.

"Earth to, Evelyne. He has left!" I heard Mrs. Margret bellowing, followed by laughter from the people around me.

"Uh, oh. Where is this customer?" I asked about the man who was waiting for the haircut trying to wipe that embarrassing drool off my face.

"He already left with your man," June said teasingly and got busy with her business. That man had paid but left without getting my services.

I needed to return his money. But how? Tomorrow I will ask Adonis to share his details. They both seemed to know each other quite well.

I just could not wait for the day to get over.

Tomorrow morning, we were meeting for coffee! Yayy! This time I gave a fu *ck if my staff was looking at me. It was hard to control that silly smile quickly spreading on my lips.

***

"What the hell is going on here?" Aniya came inside my room and ran a gaze. A surprised gasp left her mouth as expected. The true crisp and proper Evelyne had her clothes all over the room.

"I just can't seem to decide what to wear for our tomorrow's coffee meet­up.” I kept throwing my t-shirts on the floor.

"Ok. B...But can't you just wear your work clothes?" She rolled her eyes, trying to knock some sense into me.

"No!" I complained, "I want to wear a skirt." I usually preferred denim pants to work. But that day, when I met Adonis, I was wearing a short skirt that showed off my long legs.

He was not the first one who complimented them.

"He called me, long legs. He liked my legs!" I pouted and placed my hands on my hips.

"He called you what?" Aniya’s mouth was hung open at that.

She shook her head and walked over to where I was standing, picking up one of the shirts from the floor. "Eve, you can't do this. You can't change yourself for some guy. You're perfect just the way you are."

I rolled my eyes. "I know. I'm not changing myself, Aniya. I'm just having fun with my style. Is that so wrong?" "But you're not having fun. You're stressing yourself out over what to wear for a guy. You don't need to impress anyone, especially not some guy who only likes you for your legs."

I huffed. "You don't understand, Aniya. He seems different. He's not like those other guys out there who wanted to get laid right after the first meetup." "Come on, Eve. There is no warning written on their faces. You need to keep your heart intact and safe. They're all the same. They only want one thing."

I glared at her. "You sound bitter, Aniya." I even managed to stick my tongue out.

Aniya's eyes narrowed. "I'm not bitter, silly. I just don't want you to make any mistakes. I don’t want you to get hurt in all this. You deserve someone who likes you for who you are, not just your legs."

I crossed my arms. "Adonis does like me for who I am. He's interested in what I have to say, not just how I look." "Then why do you feel the need to dress up for him? Why can't you just wear what makes you comfortable?" "Because I want to feel confident, Aniya. Is that too much to ask?"

Aniya sighed. "No, it's not too much to ask. But you don't need to dress a certain way to feel confident. You should feel confident in whatever you wear."

I looked down at the pile of clothes on the floor and sighed. "I guess, I give up. Help me!"

Aniya smiled. "Of course. For now, let's go and eat something and forget about Adonis."

I chuckled. "Thanks, girl."

Aniya grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. "That's what friends are for."

She didn't prepare coffee for me due to my coffee meetup as I couldn't afford more than one cup in the morning.

I just munched a small piece of butter croissant.

After breakfast, as we walked back to my room, Aniya said, "Let's find you something comfortable to wear. You don't need to dress up to impress anyone."

I nodded in agreement. "You're right." But what to do with my disturbing heartbeat?

"And you will feel confident, Eve. You always do. Let's look for something that shows off your personality."

We rummaged through my closet, pulling out different pieces of clothing.

Aniya held up a blue sundress and said, "What about this?"

I shook my head. "I wore that when I met him at the club.”

Aniya nodded in understanding and kept searching. She pulled out a yellow flowy top and a pair of ripped jeans. "What about this?" "That's perfect. It's casual but still stylish."

Aniya handed me the clothes, "Now, let's not do anything with your hair."

I raised a brow. "What do you mean?" how this brat knew that I was planning to curl them?

"Your hair looks beautiful just the way it is, Eve. You don't need to curl it or style it in any way. Just let it be natural. You have beautiful jet black hair and I wish I could steal them. God straightened them naturally for you. Don’t you dare ruin them."

I hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "Okay, I trust you."

Aniya showed me a thumbs up, "Good. Now go and enjoy your coffee with Adonis."

As I walked out of my apartment, I felt good. I realized that I didn't need to change who I was or dress a certain way to impress someone. I just needed to be myself, and the right person would appreciate me for who I am.

***Top of Form

I parked my car near the Salon and saw a black Mercedes Benz parked there. I never witnessed this classic beauty in our neighborhood. Who did it belong to?

Thinking to myself, I started walking to the cafe that was just five minutes away from the Salon. With a speeding heartbeat, I entered there and looked around. I was ten minutes early. I hoped he would not think of me as a desperate woman.

Fixing the strap of my purse on my shoulder, I stepped ahead and found him sitting on a round table in the farthest corner of the room.

No way! H...he was earlier than me. Fu*ck!

He was busy on his phone and seemed to be engrossed in it. There were crease lines on his forehead and he looked so ... so good in that black shirt and black dress pants. Like me, he was supposed to go to work after having coffee with me.

I took a deep breath and walked towards him. As I got closer, he looked up from his phone and our eyes met. A smile spread across his face, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.