GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

“I told you; wine is meant to be sipped slowly. Look at yourself, you look like a drunkard,” commented her sister, noticing the effects of the liquid.

“But I only had one drink, I don’t understand. Why is everything spinning?” Lindsey replied.

“Come on, let’s go. I’ll accompany you to the bathroom,” her sister said, trying to grab her arm.

“Leave me alone, I can go by myself,” Lindsey resisted being touched.

“You’re so stubborn. Let your sister help you,” whispered Kathen.

“But I…” Lindsey didn’t finish speaking as her father interrupted coldly.

“Get her out of here before she makes a fool of herself.”

Her sister walked with her to the bathroom, but on the way, two young men intercepted them, diverting into a hallway.

“Help me, this prude has passed out.”

Each guy took her by an arm and led her to the elevator. They entered and pressed the 9th floor button.

Lindsey peeked out to check; the hallway was empty.

“Hurry, guys, someone might see us,” Courney said, almost running. She exited the elevator to room 09-02, swiped the card on the magnetic screen on the left side of the door.

The guys entered and tossed Lindsey onto the bed. Courney straddled her and started removing her dress, bra, and boots.

“Sister, you have terrible taste in clothes,” she murmured with a disgusted look, throwing the clothes on the floor and undressing.

The guys began undressing, leaving only their boxers.

With a malicious smile, Courney positioned herself on the right side of the bed for a better angle. One guy slipped under the sheets and positioned himself in front of her, while the other put a hand on her face and pretended to kiss her.

“That’s it, guys, make it look realistic,” Courney took 10 photos from different angles.

“Done! Now, guys, get dressed,” she said with a sly smile, starting to laugh.

“You have provocative lips; we can’t leave her like this,” one of the guys said.

“No! The idea is for my parents to find her alone and naked. Then, I’ll show my dad the photos as if they were on the internet.”

The guys got off the bed. The one on top of Lindsey said, “Don’t forget the deal. After this show, you have to satisfy us.”

“Of course, guys. Tonight, I’ll give you your reward,” she said, biting her lip and giving them a lascivious look.

While this was happening in the room, in the grand event hall, Kyle Pratt, a frivolous and arrogant man, 32 years old and CEO of one of the country’s leading fashion companies, stood with furrowed brows, holding a glass of Scotch whiskey.

“Stop drinking so much; people are noticing your anger,” Freed, Kyle’s assistant and best friend, whispered softly.

“How dare she show up with that guy, making a fool out of me,” Kyle muttered, taking another sip of whiskey.

“Catrina is doing it to make you jealous,” Freed exclaimed, looking at the table where Grandpa Hugo was sitting. “Grandpa will kill you if you cause a scene.”

Freed’s phone vibrated in his pants pocket. He reached in, took out the mobile, brought it to his ear, and answered, “Hello.”

“Get my grandson out of there and take him to rest in the assigned room. I see him staggering from here, and I don’t want any drunk scandals,” shouted Hugo, the patriarch of the Pratt family, a 75-year-old man.

“Okay, Grandpa Hugo,” Freed hung up the call.

“Come on, champion, let’s walk. I’ll accompany you to your room.”

“I know who called you, always giving orders,” Kyle said. At that moment, he felt his vision blur, a sign that he needed to leave. He began to take clumsy steps, leaving his friend behind.

“Sometimes I don’t know who’s more arrogant, you or your grandfather,” Freed said, catching up and walking towards the elevator. “Better give me the key to your room.”

Kyle reached into the back pocket of his pants, took out his wallet, and searched for the card. He handed it to Freed. As he took it, the elevator opened, and three guys rushed out.

Courney had her card in hand, and as she exited, she collided with Freed, causing both cards to fall to the floor.

“Watch where you’re walking!” shouted an angry Kyle.

Upon recognizing who it was, Courtney got nervous and quickly bent down to pick up one of the cards.

“Sorry, Mr. Pratt,” she hurriedly apologized, disappearing down the hallway.

“Come on, champ, nothing happened. Just get into the elevator,” Freed said as he bent down to pick up the card.

Freed dialed the floor number indicated on the card, and when they arrived, the two walked briskly out of the elevator. Freed swiped the card through the magnetic device. As Kyle was about to enter, he stopped him.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to undress me and tuck me in too,” he grumbled, stumbling over his words. He pushed Kyle aside to enter and closed the door behind him.

Freed chuckled. Seeing the door close, he turned around, walked towards the elevator, and sat next to Hugo in the lounge.

“The lion should be snoring now,” he commented.

“I hope so,” the old man expressed.

Kyle entered the room, not turning on the light. He sat on the edge of the bed and began to undress, then threw himself onto the bed face down.

An hour later, three people entered the room. One of them turned on the light.

“You foolish girl, what are you doing rolling around with this man?” John said, annoyed.

Upon hearing him, Kyle turned around and shouted like a demon:

“Who dares to interrupt my sleep? Get out of my room!” He hadn’t noticed he had a guest next to him; he just wanted to keep sleeping.

The three people, realizing who it was, were petrified. Courtney swallowed hard, remembering the incident in the elevator. She backed away and ran down the stairs to avoid being recognized.

“Excuse me, Mr. Pratt, but we came to look for our shameless daughter,” Kathen grumbled. She was furious about how things turned out. The idea was for her to be alone, not accompanied, and certainly not with Kyle Pratt. How would she explain bringing this man to her bed?

Kyle turned his head and was startled to see the woman lying next to him, on her back, with tousled hair and horrible black-framed glasses.

He immediately searched his pants and pulled out his phone.

“Hello,” Freed answered on the other end.

“Come to the room immediately,” Kyle grunted with narrowed eyes.

“What happened now?”

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“I’m on my way,” he hung up the call.

The grandfather, who had heard everything, declared, “I’ll accompany you.”