The CEO she never expected

I froze so hard that the bucket slipped from my hand and crashed against the marble floor. The loud sound echoed through the massive bedroom like thunder.

My husband jerked upright immediately, his eyes widening in shock. His girlfriend quickly grabbed the bedsheet to cover herself, but it was too late. I had already seen everything.

What are you doing here, his girlfriend asked out of annoyance.

You are too clumsy,Kingsley will divorce you once you have a child.

Then he sighed.

Not fear,Not guilt.

Annoyance.

“Why are you standing there like a ghost?” he snapped, foundling his girlfriend boobs like he were wrinkling a wet cloth. “You should’ve knocked.”

I stood frozen, unable to breathe as the scene replayed in my head like a nightmare.

He lay on the bed with his girlfriend sitted on him.Their lips exploring each other while his right hand grabbed her butt and his left hand pressed against her right nipple.

Ella drifted into deep thought.

Three years of marriage,my husband never touched me, everyone thinks I'm living the life of a billionaire's wife but who will understand that the man moaning in bed with his lover is my husband.

Hey you,get me a condom!.

Ella brought out a sachet of condom from her pocket and threw it to Kingsley.

You know I'm not desperate for a woman like you, grandpa insists you get pregnant then, I’ll gain my inheritance.But I’ll never touch you,so better get a callboy.

The door creaked shut!

Ella got dressed in a shimmering red gown and black heels.Without another thought,she headed for the club where she got drunk and ordered for a callboy.

Ella staggered slightly when her eyes landed on the callboy she had ordered.

"Her!" the callboy said, shock flashing across his face.

Ella swallowed hard and tried to steady herself. “You must be the callboy I ordered,” she asked, her voice filled with sorrow.

“Yes, I am,” the callboy replied quietly, his eyes never leaving hers.

He frowned as Ella nearly lost her balance again. “You’re drunk. Let me get you somewhere safe.”

Before she could protest, he lifted her carefully onto his shoulder and walked toward the private hallway.

Across the crowded club, Matthew suddenly shot to his feet, his drink slipping from his hand and crashing onto the floor.

“Wait!” he shouted, panic written all over his face.

Everyone in the club turned to him in confusion, but Matthew’s eyes were fixed on his brother as he carried Ella away.

The callboy carried Ella into the Robert Hotel suite and gently laid her on the bed before moving toward the window, his silence unsettling.

“Won’t you sleep with me?” Ella’s voice cracked with desperation. “Aren’t you supposed to be a callboy… or are you not even human?”

He turned slowly, his expression unreadable. “Whether I’m human or not ,you’ll figure it out when you’re sober.”

Ella let out a bitter laugh, her eyes glassy. “My husband won’t touch me… not even you, someone I paid. Am I that unattractive?”

The man stepped closer.

Desperate housewife!

“Tell me everything”.

Between shaky breaths, she confessed her marriage was built on debt, her husband's grandfather condition that she must conceive to secure her husband’s inheritance, and her husband kept his distance as if she didn’t exist.

The man’s gaze sharpened. “And you believe he won’t object if you go through with this?”

She nodded weakly. “He was the one who suggested the condition. He wouldn’t care how it happens.”

A long silence filled the room.

The callboy pulled off his shirt and began kissing Ella's neck,he found his way to her lips,he explored her lips till her breath caught.

He pulled off Ella's dress while she brought out her condom.

Do your work!,The callboy said.

We don't need the condom, I'm infertile.

He kept fucking herwithout mercy.

Ella woke suddenly, blinking against the morning light spilling through the curtains. The callboy was already awake, sitting casually on the couch, eating waffles like he belonged there.

Her phone rang.

“Bitch, where did you sleep last night? Today is Grandpa’s birthday!” a sharp voice snapped through the speaker. Before Ella could respond, the call ended abruptly.

She exhaled sharply, sitting up.

Without looking at her too long, the callboy pushed the plate toward her. “Eat.”

“I don’t need”

“You do,” he cut in calmly. Then, almost too casually, he added, “You slept with me last night and now you’re already planning to run back to your husband?”

It's grandpa's birthday.

He ignored her and made a quick call. “Tell the CEO of Swiss Company to wait. Five minutes.”

He ended the call and finally looked at her properly.

Then, Ella asked, “Can I be your sugar mummy instead? So you stop following rich men.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips. “You’re the first woman who’s made me laugh this year.”

The atmosphere shifted—heavier, closer.

The callboy narrowed his eyes. “Do I look like a callboy to you”.

Silence dropped.

Before she could react, he stepped closer.

“I’ve never been loved before. I don’t even know what it feels like… so I thought maybe I could buy it.”Ella said in a low voice.

Ella hesitated. “Then what do you want?”

He paused. “Five thousand dollars a month.”

“Five thousand?” she repeated, stunned.

Before she could argue, he moved suddenly too close and brushed his lips briefly against her neck.

Ella froze.

When he pulled back, there was a faint mark left behind.

“My gift to Gift to grandpa.”

Ella hurriedly put on her clothes.

She used a piece of scarf she found in the room to cover the faint mark on her neck.

Ella arrived at Grandpa’s house.

“Hey, Ella, you wear scarves now?” Kingsley asked.

“I do. Maybe you never noticed because you’re always busy with Kourtney,” Ella replied calmly.

Kingsley’s expression darkened immediately.

“Watch your mouth,” he warned.

Before the tension could rise further, Grandpa interrupted.

“That’s enough.”

A few moments later, Ella and Kingsley stood beside Grandpa, singing together.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, Grandpa…”

After the song, they handed him their gifts.

Grandpa smiled faintly before speaking.

“The only gift that can truly make me happy is an heir.”

Kingsley scoffed lightly. “Grandpa, you know I’m not desperate enough to sleep with a woman like Ella. Besides, there are thousands of women willing to bear my child.”

Ella’s face stiffened, but she stayed silent.

Grandpa suddenly cut in.

“No. The only child I will ever accept is the one Ella gives birth to.”

The atmosphere turned tense.

Then Grandpa handed Kingsley a photograph.

“This is Aiden,” he said. “Find him.”

Ella tried to glance at the picture, but Kingsley quickly pulled it away.

“Don’t you have manners?” he snapped.

“Kingsley!” Grandpa called sharply.

“Have some manners.”