Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. CEO, I Was Forced To Marry You.: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Adrian Carter had it all planned. He promised himself that the next time he met Heather in person, he would improve his relationship with her. Perhaps even taking things to the second base. After talking to Heather Jacobs through text messages regularly, he began to develop feelings for her. He felt closer to her and they could chat about anything. It was as if they had known each other for years. Adrian didn't have to force himself to chat with Heather. Their interaction flowed smoothly without it being awkward or them running out of words to say. At some point, he couldn't help himself and began to flirt with her. To his surprise, Heather didn't stop him. Just like that, they fulfilled their tiring days by constantly talking. However, chatting through text messages wasn't enough for Adrian. The more he talked to Heather on the phone, the more he wanted to see her face and spend time with her. The nature of his job wouldn't allow him to move freely and do whatever he wanted. H

Roxanne threw her head back, leaning against Henry’s chest. She saw white dots in her vision, an aftereffect of Henry’s ministrations. "Ah! This feels so good," Roxanne bit her lower lip as she relished in the delicious feeling. After eating her core, Henry turned her around and slid his hand in between Roxanne’s legs. He found her pink folds and stroked them sensually, groaning at how wet and slick it felt. “Baby, I love the way your body reacts to my touch,” Henry whispered in a deep husky voice. Roxanne shuddered. Pleasure washed over her at Henry's words. It was true that she easily melted into a puddle when he touched her. There was something about the way he explored her body that made Roxanne crave more of his touch. He made her feel beautiful and desired. This gave her the confidence to enjoy what Henry was doing to her. Henry placed soft kisses along Roxanne’s neck just as his finger found her clit. “Oh, my god!” Roxanne moaned. Her mouth foaming an O shape.

Heather Jacobs had been extremely busy the past few weeks. She had back-to-back appointments to do famous people's make-up. Her makeup skills were so good that the people she worked on recommended her to their friends. In no time, she was cashing in a lot of dollars and became popular among celebrities. During makeup sessions, she kept her phone off to avoid disturbances. That was the case that day. She worked for five hours straight and when she was done, she finally switched on her phone. A number she was way too familiar with called immediately, making her heart race. She knew this number because she often slept while looking at it, hoping she would get a text or call. Heather's eyes lit up. How long had it been? She had been sending Adrian's messages but they weren't delivered so she figured he could have been offline. The only comforting thing was that she could watch him on TV as he played soccer. Taking deep breaths, she let the call ring a few times so that she didn't

Heather frowned when the call was cut. The woman who had called didn't introduce herself. She sounded rude and pissed off. Seconds later, Heather's phone chimed. She glanced at the message and realised it was an address sent by the earlier caller. Heather wanted to ignore and continue sleeping, however, she had this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. 'What if Adrian lied about not seeing someone? I have to go and see for myself,' she mused. Even though Adrian didn't label their relationship, they had slept together which made them connected somehow. Heather didn't want to find herself in a situation where she was helping a man cheat. She had to make sure he was single. After writing a short note for Adrian and sticking it on the refrigerator door, Heather left the hotel. She first went to her apartment to change her clothes and then took a cab to the location that was sent to her. Heather sighed when the cab dropped her at a fancy restaurant. It seemed the woman who had

Adrian Carter spent agonizing long hours in the conference room being interviewed about the recent games he had played. This was the norm every after a game season ended. The best players would be interviewed about their experience, the mistakes they made and what they could have done better. Highlights of the games were played and mostly, the clips where Adrian displayed his exceptional skills were replayed. "There's a reason we call you the best striker for Brentwood City Soccer team. Just look at that," the sports journalist exclaimed, pointing at the huge screen in front of them. "Your speed, the way you strike the ball with so much strength that it has no choice but to enter the goal post, you're a legend, man! How are you so skilled?" Adrian smiled. He looked at the camera and answered, "I train until I faint. Skills without training and effort are useless when it comes to soccer. Also, soccer is not only about one person. The reason you are all able to see my skills is beca