CEO’s Romantic Affair

Cathryn rubbed her hair after a quick, careful shower and went out. Her man was already sitting on the bed and reaching a long leg on the edge as he saw her, beckoning with his blue eyes.

She walked over joyfully, laying her head on Keith’s lap like it was supposed to be there, and he pulled a hair dryer naturally out of the drawer.

He set the dryer low so they could talk. Then, speaking of the guests today, he explained to her the unfamiliar faces and their relations with the family.

They randomly chatted, and as Cathryn was relaxed and feeling tired, she felt something against her neck that was getting larger as she moved.

After Keith had blown her hair dry, Cathryn got up quickly and climbed to her side of the bed. But before she could reach the pillow, her waist was pulled back by a big hand and caught in his arms. She laughed and kicked back and forth while the man just had her face down, fixed her waist on the bed, and pressed himself easily on top.

Cathryn could feel his chest behind her head and his hardness against her buttocks sturdily pressed.

Keith didn’t wait for a long time. His slender fingers swiftly reached into her dark bathrobe, and the smooth and slippery touch made him gasp more heavily.

Cathryn was really worried, she hadn’t done it for a long time, and his size was too much. She’s already having a sore back and her private stinging from the rough afternoon.

“No, no!” She insisted on kicking her legs. She raised her head to one side, trying to turn over. “We have to make some rules tonight!”

She was thinking about tomorrow’s excursion in the shower, and she had made her mind up about their rules in the bedroom.

Keith wasn’t putting his weight on her and quickly moved himself aside. He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable, so as soon as she turned over, he pressed himself on top again.

That clean, edgy face, along with those big starry eyes, suddenly fell two inches in front of her. Cathryn could hear her heart jumping violently, all her resistance became smoke and vanished into his gaze.

Those blue eyes moved closer, and his lips touched hers. Cathryn felt herself melt away with the softness of his kiss.

A faint scent of mint went to her organs, the tip of the tongue swept over her mouth, and his teeth bit her lower lip softly. Cathryn felt her head was numb, her mouth slightly open, ready to take whatever he had prepared to give her.

A profound warmth went through their bodies as they tasted and felt the touch of each other’s skin. Cathryn thought she must have melted into the bed if she could think at all.

Her bathrobe was gone, and they were embracing with their utmost honesty. Gradually, their movements got bolder and bolder on each other.

Keith knows how to take care of her, all she needed was to close her eyes and let go. When he drove himself in, she squeaked, her eyes were dazzled, and her body was soft as if she was confused about what had just happened. But before she could realize it, Keith had started his thrusts.

The hell with the rules!

It was half a night when they finished.

When Keith was satisfied, Cathryn couldn’t open her eyes.

He was energetic enough to pick Cathryn up to the shower room. The warm water got rid of their fatigue, and Cathryn was comfortable enough to talk. She laid in his arms as they were going to sleep and murmured with a cracked voice.

“I can’t go out tomorrow.”

She could barely walk with her sore legs, and Keith was massaging her waist.

“Did you want to go out?”

So Helen didn’t ask him to take her out.

But he agreed that it was time to show her around the city, and before she found anything to answer, Cathryn fell into a deep slumber in his arms.

Under the excuse of “jet lag,” Keith had her rest at home for two days until she was regenerated. They went to the new Rheinpromenade together.

On the long walk along the Rhine river, there was a mermaid statue that looked like a tribute to the famous one in Copenhagen.

The Little Mermaid had been Cathryn’s favorite fairy tale since childhood. The aborted love of the little mermaid in the story used to give her a lot of tears, and as young as she had been, she couldn’t help picturing herself in such a desperate relationship with someone like the prince. Would her prince misunderstand her, she used to imagine, and go to propose to another princess? And if that were going to be the case, would she be like the little mermaid, willing to turn into bubbles in the sea?

Cathryn stood on the river bank. The mermaid statue sat quietly with a lost expression.

She stared for a long while, drowning in her memory and the old story in her head, and finally sighed silently.

But different from the mermaid, she had her company, who stared silently with her and held her into his long arm when her neck slightly cringed.

She found herself suddenly surrounded by his warmth, and her eyes were sore and blurred. She turned to look up at him with a pondering smile.

“I think I’m selfish.”

Keith shook his head, “Why do you say that?”

With a long sigh, Cathryn turned back to the mermaid, leaning her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“I think she should have killed her prince when he misunderstood her and got married to the human princess. She should kill him and go back to the sea.” She remembered Jordan Riggs.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

If he didn’t love her in the first place, he would fall in love with someone else even if he knew the mermaid had saved him.

The tragedy of the mermaid is not that the mermaid lost her tongue and cannot tell the truth; it’s that the prince does not love her, but she comforts herself with the fact that her prince does not know the truth.

That was her, the old Cathryn Riley.