Rescued by the Forbidden CEO

"Another one of these, bartender," Theresa said to the man behind the bar counter.

He nodded, taking her tequila glass to pour her another shot.

"Don't you think that's enough for today?" A hoarse, baritone voice sounded near Theresa. She turned to see who the owner of the deliciously sexy voice was, the one who wanted to deprive her of having a wild night of drunkenness. But what she found was a delicious, succulent torso hidden by a tight dress shirt that allowed her to count every ab on his stomach. She bit her lower lip with desire.

"Oh, Bartender, this handsome guy here is trying to forbid me from celebrating my emotional freedom," she complained to the bartender, pointing at the man behind her.

"Salvior, I'm taking her home. Take care of things here."

The bartender nodded in agreement.

The man pulled her by the arm, leading her out of the nightclub. Theresa stammered in complaint, but she didn't have enough strength to fight against the man. He took her to his sports car and carefully settled her into the passenger seat, putting the seatbelt on her. He walked around the car and settled into the driver's seat.

Before starting the car, he took his phone and called Theresa's father, who answered on the first ring.

"How is my daughter?"

"She's fine, she's sleeping in the passenger seat. I'm taking her home."

"Thank you for taking care of her, Hector."

"No need to thank me, Johan. That's what friends are for."

Hector ended the call, started the car, and headed for the apartment where Theresa lived.

In her dream, Theresa relived the fateful day she had had. She was walking with anxiety and determination on the sidewalk of the busy street where her fiancé lived. She wanted to surprise him, hence the uncontrollable excitement.

They had been together for seven years, but had only been engaged for about a year and a half. Throughout their relationship, Ryan had always been a caring and affectionate guy, however, lately Theresa had noticed her fiancé becoming increasingly distant. She had even suspected he was cheating on her, but could never prove it.

Despite all these hurdles, she loved him, and that was all that mattered. Deep in her heart, Michaels knew there was no turning back and that they were only together out of convenience. Entering the building where Ryan's apartment was located, she took a deep breath, leaving the entrance hall and walking towards the elevators.

Entering an elevator alone, Theresa wrung her hands, trying to dissipate the bad feeling that overcame her at that moment. She breathed in deeply through her nose and out through her mouth in a calmer sigh. It really did calm her nerves. Hearing the ping of the elevator announcing it had reached the desired floor, she opened her eyes and stepped out.

The empty, silent hallway reminded her of happy moments she had spent with her then-boyfriend, now fiancé. He really wasn't the same person as before. Lost in thoughts of a time that could no longer return, she finally realized she had reached Ryan's apartment door, but to her utter disbelief, the door was slightly ajar.

Without thinking straight, she pushed the door open and was faced with a scene that, for Theresa, was one of terror. Ryan was sitting on the sofa with his back to the door; his hoarse moans could be heard loud and clear. A woman was kneeling in front of him with his dick in her mouth.

"Ahhh, you whore!... Yeah, suck it... Ahhh... You're going to be the death of me," Ryan moaned between words.

Theresa expected anything but what was in front of her. She wanted to stop looking but unfortunately couldn't, or fortunately. She remained silent, waiting to see how far it would go, though what she most wanted to know was who the slut was who was sucking her fiancé.

It was as if something held her like a statue, watching the scene before her eyes. Her eyes, teary with unshed tears, blurred her vision, but she kept her eyes fixed on Ryan and the slut sucking him off.

"Ahem," Theresa cleared her throat, unable to bear watching the degrading scene unfolding with the utmost naturality in front of her any longer.

Ryan was startled, turned his head towards the sound, and jumped in surprise. His expression changed in seconds to that of a nearly-gazing, repentant dog.

"It's over."

Those were the only words Theresa Michaels had for her now ex-fiancé. She didn't wait for his lame excuse, she left his apartment with her head held high and determined steps.

As soon as Hector parked his car in the underground parking garage of the building where Theresa lived, he looked at the young woman asleep in the passenger seat of his sports car.

Her calm breathing was a balm compared to the avalanche of feelings he was experiencing at that moment.

"Holy shit! Theresa has become so beautiful and hot," Hector thought, observing Theresa's serene face.

He got out of the car, walked around to the passenger door, opened it, unbuckled Theresa's seatbelt, and picked her up in his arms. She nestled into Hector's chest, and he let out a small, hoarse groan of satisfaction at having her in his arms.

He smelled a scent of strawberries and honey coming from her, which instantly aroused him, but Hector couldn't have her. Theresa Michaels was the daughter of his best friend. He shook his head slightly in an attempt to dispel such thoughts from his mind.

He entered the elevator with her in his arms. His dick was uncomfortable in the dark blue jeans he was wearing, but he tried to ignore that fact. He thought of anything he could to try and lower his erection, however, none of it worked.

When they finally reached the floor where Theresa's apartment was located, Hector hurried out, walking down the empty hallway. He took the key from the bag she was carrying and opened the apartment door.

As soon as they entered the place, Theresa's scent invaded his nostrils, making him increasingly attracted to his best friend's daughter. He took her to her bedroom, placing her carefully and gently on the bed. Hector watched her for a few minutes after covering her with a comforter.

"You really get to me, girl," he thought, heading to the guest room. He wouldn't leave her alone that night.