Ouch! my ceo fiancé fell for his maid by Lisa alman novel Chapter 6

6- The gorgeous man

Ashley pov

Ugh! I tried to stretch myself. The mattress assigned to me was not comfortable but today it felt like a hardboard.

And that hardboard was snoring slightly. I felt so tired that I did not want to get up. There was nothing to do. Nobody was waiting for me. What’s the use of waking up when I would be getting bored? Or maybe I should pop in some sleeping pills and spend one year sleeping on a couch or my mattress like a dead.

My cheek hurt due to resting on the hardboard so I decided to change the side and lifted my face up. I saw a man sleeping on his back under me. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and rested the other cheek. Just then my eyes went wide.

I was NOT sleeping on my mattress. I lifted my face again and looked up.

Shit!

Who was he? He was not my husband but whoever he was, the man was drop–dead gorgeous. How can a man have such long lashes? Look at those lips. Damn!

If it was a sin to look this handsome, he should have been hanged publicly.

His face was so… sculptured… so… handsome and … so… so…

Perfect!

I kept looking at him to find any imperfections. Nah! I was disappointed. What must be the color of his eyes?

Black?

Blue?

His dark hair was falling on his forehead. Raising my hand slowly, I tried to remove it only to plop back on his face. I chuckled and did that again.

It became like a game to me. How this handsome man ended up under me? I can’t believe it. My friends from the orphanage would have screamed at the top of their lungs. There was a subtle scowl on his face even when he was sleeping.

I again placed my cheek on that washboard chest and tried to remember how we ended up in this bed entangled in each other. Did we get drunk and had se*x?

So, I was no more a virgin? Sigh!

And then memories from yesterday started flooding back. A shiver ran through my body when suddenly I remembered what happened yesterday. The moment my body vibrated, I felt two strong arms tightening around me.

“You all right?” A sexy, deep, sleepy voice asked me. Concern was dripping from it.

Was he talking to me? Of course, stupid. Who else?

He rolled over placing me on the bed and checked my forehead with the back of his hand. His body was deliciously snugged against mine. His face was so close to me that I could easily stick

out my tongue to lick his face… to devour him.

I was a bit disappointed when I noticed him wearing a t–shirt. In movies and novels don’t they go to sleep without their t–shirts on? Only in their shorts or boxers?

And sometimes stark na*ked?

My gaze dipped down only to disappoint me further. He was wearing full–length cotton pajamas.

No shorts. No nak*edness.

“Kitten? Can you hear me?” He worriedly looked down following my gaze. “Don’t worry. Nobody will ever hurt you in any way.”

“Not even my husband?” I asked in a weak voice. Like me, he must have also detected that I was frightened. I didn’t know why my question seemed to offend him. His arms lost their grip around me and he sat straight on the edge of the bed.