Fall In Love With Devil CEO

A masquerade had taken place in the Rose Hotel.

Sitting alone in the corner of the room, Lavender Jiang took off her ten centimeter heels and rubbed her swollen feet. The lack of better air circulation suffocated her to no end. After sitting for so long, she could already see her surroundings start to blur. In an effort to get some more air, she removed her mask.

Just as she had done so, a middle-aged man came over. His bulging belly was out in display, and his bald head glinted under the chandelier. Knowing his intention, Lavender Jiang quickly leaned back against the sofa and pretended to sleep. She had used this method several times to avoid disgusting old men, and it always worked like a charm.

"Miss, miss!" the man called for her several times, but she didn't answer.

His shameless grin soon faltered. "If you're just going to sleep here, then you might as well go home, bitch!" he cursed and left.

Hearing the man's retreating footsteps, she slowly opened her eyes. The man soon found his next target. He quickly wrapped his gigantic arms around the woman wearing an angel mask. Her bodice left nothing to the imagination as it outlined her slim and curvy figure. His hands wandered around her waist, and the woman responded with a flirty smile. Without another word, the two headed towards the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd.

Sighing, Lavender Jiang straightened her dress and gazed at the brilliantly lit hall.

She could see men and women flirting and laughing with no inhibitions. In a place like this, no one was looking for commitment.

It was a great place to indulge in one's fantasies and lust. Here, love was nonexistent.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared from the corner of her eyes. A man in black appeared on the sofa beside the dance floor.

From her direction, she could only see one side of his face.

The man was wearing a silver fox mask that covered half of his face. Only his sexy thin lips were seen under the shadows of the mask. He hold a glass of wine as sprawling on the sofa. A thought occurred to him, and the corners of his lips raised slightly. Then he hooked his fingers at the handle and spun the red wine in the glass.

Feeling her gaze, the man turned.

Lavender Jiang prepared for this reaction. She raised her glass and nodded at him with a smile.

However, when her eyes met his, she could feel her hands trembling at the sight. In fact, she almost spilled her red wine.

She had never seen such cold and deep eyes before. There was something about his piercing gaze that made her skin crawl. It seemed that the gentle smile on his lips was nothing more than some illusion.

The next moment, however, the man turned his head and never looked her way again. Then he raised his head and downed the wine in his glass. Lavender Jiang pursed her lips.

'Who is this man? Why does he look so different from the others?'

This was actually the first time that she had been treated like this when invited someone to drink. A bitter smile slithered its way into her face.

That was fine. Nobody knew who she was, so she couldn't care less what the man had thought of her.

Holding her breath, she drained her glass of wine in one sitting. She could already see the whole room brightening from the amount of alcohol that she had taken. The wine was sweet to the tongue, like melted honey, yet she still felt anything but. Lavender Jiang had never expected that she would work in a place like this, but reality had planned otherwise. The real world was not meant for ordinary people like her.

The wine was strong. Putting down the glass, she felt like her surroundings blur once more as she leaned against the sofa.

"Redden the lips, prove him wrong. We live in an empty city–"

A familiar melody echoed throughout the room. She subconsciously grabbed her phone, only to see that no one was calling her. Her gaze floated across the masked man.

What a coincidence! They shared the same ringtone.

Looking at the man intently, she knew that it was impossible for him not to notice her gaze. However, that man just smiled, with mockery on his lips. Lavender then held her phone tightly and turned her head with a huff.

Just as she had done so, her phone rang out. It was the same echo as the previous one. Her cheeks flushed.

The man turned to look at her. There was a faint glint in his eyes, and his smirk widened.

An awkward feeling rose in Lavender's heart. Taking a deep breath, she answered, "Hello, Chloe, where are you?"

Feeling his cold gaze directed at her, she couldn't help but steal a glance at the man once more. The man had ignored his phone. Instead, he gazed at her indifferently, as if she was the only one he could see in the ballroom.

Flustered, she turned around once more and tried to focus on her phone. Her fingers trembled as she fitted the mask once more.

Chloe Zhao's boisterous voice made her wince. "You have the nerve to ask me where I am?" she demanded. "I should be the one asking you that! What the hell's wrong with you? Don't you want to be the CEO's secretary?"

Lavender's heart raced in her chest. She blinked rapidly as she tried her best to sound gentle. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Do you want to kill me?" Chloe Zhou snapped. "Mr. Wesley is already here. Now, where are you? Why did it take you so long to go to the bathroom? It's your first day at work, and you're already asking for death!"

"Can't I just quit my job?" She had thought that she would work behind a clear desk inside a quiet office, not in a dance floor.

"Have you seen this place? The environment is just loud!"

"What did you say?" Chloe Zhao almost roared at her. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier? Would you stop pretending to be so innocent? Do you really want me to kill you? Go to Mr. Wesley now before I lose my mind! Go!"

"Where is he then?" She had only rejected this job on impulse. In reality, Lavender didn't have much of a choice on this matter. She stood up. Her vision was still unsteady. Upon standing, her body shook involuntarily. Her fingers grazed against the empty glass on the tea table.

The glass slipped from the table and broke into pieces.

Lavender's eyes widened. She lost her balance and stepped onto the shards with her bare feet. Pain raked her entire body, and she screamed.

"What's wrong?"

She quickly squatted down and gritted her teeth. Cold sweat beaded down her forehead as she analyzed the damage that the shards had done. Her fingers gripped onto the corner of the tea table. "I–I'm fine," she stuttered out.

"Lavender..." Chloe's voice softened. "Don't be so stubborn, okay? You've graduated. This is all I can do for you. Just go find Mr. Wesley and watch over him. Make sure that he doesn't get drunk."

Wesley Ouyang, 23-year-old, was the new CEO of the OY Group. He had just returned from England. After completing many examinations to test his capabilities and accepting a four-month investigation regarding his work, he officially ascended to his position by the end of May this year.

He was said to be talented and good-looking. In fact, he was even described as 'God's gift to mankind'.

The man was just the same age as her, yet he was already the leader of a multinational company. There were just some people who were destined to shine as bright as the sun. While there were some people who were meant to stay in the shadows. She was obviously the latter.

Regaining her composure, Lavender sighed and dialed Wesley Ouyang's number.

The phone rang for several times, but no one answered. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. However, every time she tried to call, she could hear that familiar melody from the sofa near the dance floor.

'Could it be?'

Although she didn't want to, she turned her head once more.

The silver mask on the man's face shone beautifully under the luminous lights reflected from the dancing floor. He leaned against the sofa and gracefully picked up the phone.

Then, a pleasant and magnetic voice sounded from the other end of the line, "Hello."

Lavender's palms were sweating. After licking her dry lips, she said, "Mr. Wesley."

As if hearing her, the man turned around to glance at her. His eyes glinted. "Lavender, right?"

After hanging up the phone, Wesley smiled. He stretched out his hand and bent his finger, motioning for her to come over.

For a moment, Lavender felt as if she was the swirling wine in his hand. A part of her wanted to run to the hills, but she had no other choice but to come to him.

Her mind was in disarray from the amount of alcohol she had taken. She had no idea how she ended up standing before him. In fact, she even forgot to put her heels back on.

"Mr. Wesley..."

Wesley looked at her up and down before glancing at her bare feet. Fresh blood was still trailing down the edges of her toes.

It was not until she realized where he was looking did she feel the piercing pain from her feet. She winced. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wesley. Please give me a moment," she said awkwardly.

She was about to walk back to her sofa and put on the heels, but when she took another step forward, pain shot up her legs. Her legs immediately gave over, and she could feel herself falling.

The man immediately came to her side. His arm wrapped around her slender waist, steadying her. He bent over her, and his hoarse breath fanned the side of her face. She shivered. "Are you really planning to seduce your boss on the first day of work?"

Lavender clenched her jaw. She was about to push him away, but he tightened his grip around her. "Don't move!"

She could already feel her whole world spinning before her, and she blinked rapidly. Under the public's watchful eye, Wesley carried her out of the hotel.

"Mr. Wesley--" She didn't know what to say. Not knowing what to do, she found herself burying her face into his arms.

She was lucky to still be wearing this mask. That way, no one would know who she was. Fortunately, Wesley had just returned from abroad. Only a few people recognized him.

The masquerade was set on the eleventh floor. Without giving her time to refuse, Wesley entered the elevator with Lavender in his arms. The party was still in full swing, so no one made any move to leave. They were the only ones in the elevator.

Now that there was no reason to hide herself, Lavender banged her fists against his chest.

She tried to push him again and again but it was to no avail. Realizing this, she resorted to begging, "Mr. Wesley, please! Put me down. I can walk."

However, he made no efforts to move. Instead, he frowned and said, "Stay still. I don't want to be called out on abusing my employees." As he spoke, he tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her even closer to him.

Lavender didn't give up. "Put me down, Mr. Wesley. Please!" she cried out. She fought desperately, kicking her legs up in the air. At this point, she didn't care if she irritated Wesley tonight and lose her job in the process. All she cared about now was to get rid of him.

His words of 'seducing him' echoed at the back of her mind. There was no way she was going to let him imply such a thing without putting up a fight!

Feeling the desperate resistance of the woman in his arms, Wesley frowned. He threw her on the ground, and his eyes darkened.

Lavender's forehead slammed against the cold wall of the elevator. She flinched from the impact. Pain radiated from her skull. When she reached out to touch her forehead, a warm and sticky liquid fell on her fingertips. She gazed at the red substance. Holding the railings attached to the wall, she slowly staggered upwards. The bright steel surface reflected her current embarrassment.

Her hair was similar to a bird's nest, and now blood was currently beading down her forehead to the bridge of her nose. Regardless of the pain on her feet, she hobbled over to the elevator door. As soon as the door was opened, she was about to leave.

Just as she was about to step out of the elevator, Wesley grabbed her wrist. The grip was so tight that it almost broke her wrist. Although she tried hard to resist, Wesley still aggressively dragged her out like she was some sort of ragged doll. The gashes on her feet were still bleeding, leaving bloodstains all over the carpet.

Noticing the scene, the security guard in the lobby walked up to them. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Sir, can I help you?" The man glanced at the branded suit Wesley was sporting and the ordinary dress that Lavender was wearing. It didn't take him a minute to figure out who was in charge here.

With a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, Wesley glared at the security guard. "Get out of my way!"

Although the guard couldn't see his face, he was still frightened by the dangerous aura emanating from Wesley. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as saying, "Yes, sir. Thanks for coming."

He plastered a flattering smile on his face and opened the door for them.

After they walked out of the hotel, Wesley pulled Lavender down the parking lot. It was just eight o'clock at night. There were still plenty of people walking around the street outside. Upon seeing the scene, they all widened their eyes.

A man with a cold face rudely dragged an injured woman across the pavements. Although they sympathized with the frail woman, they couldn't do a thing. They only sighed and turned the other way. No one was willing to meddle in the matter.

"Let me go! You bastard, let go of me!" Lavender stretched out her flailing arm and slapped Wesley's hand. "I said, let go of me! Bastard!"

He allowed her to beat him. However, he didn't loosen his grip. Soon, Wesley stopped in front of a Lotus car, opened the door, and shoved her into the passenger seat.

The leather surface rubbed against the fabric of her clothing. Just as she was about to open the door once again, Wesley had already sat on the driver's seat and locked the door.

Lavender pulled the handle and gritted her teeth. "Let me out!" she roared. "If you don't let me go, then I'll call the police." She pulled out her phone from her bag and began to dial the number.

In a blink of an eye, Wesley grabbed her phone. He lowered the window from his side and brought the phone out. He mockingly swung the gadget around.

Then he loosened his grip and the tips of his fingers were the only ones keeping her phone from falling onto the pavements.

"No!" Lavender's heart raced in her chest. She crawled up her seat and was about to grab it, when she saw the strange smile dangling on his lips. She stilled. If she moved any further, he might actually throw it out. After a few minutes of knowing him, she realized that the man was capable of anything.

"Why are you so nervous? No one would even think twice to save this shitty phone," he said scornfully.

Her phone was indeed worthless. In fact, it should've been disposed of years ago. But she couldn't find it in herself to throw it away. Whenever she saw her phone, she would remember him, the man who had touched her heart. As she saw her phone being waved outside the window, echoes of the past flashed back in her mind.

"Lavender, as your friend, you shouldn't be stubborn. Although you love him and don't want his child to go with him, you still shouldn't burden yourself with the kid! You still have to go to college. Not everyone could get into the university you've gotten into. I don't want all your efforts to go down the drain. Look, if you want to give birth to the baby, I'll support you. I will do everything in my ability to help you. You can count on me to arrange everything!"

"Lavender, the child's mine, okay? I can't wait to tell my parents. They'll be ecstatic! That kid will have my surname and everything. I will treat this baby as my own. She'll be my child."

"Lavender, stop this! That child is lost. Look, we can get through this, okay? We can have so many more children in the future. Just please, don't do this again. Don't put yourself through the heartache!"

"Be my girlfriend. I will never allow anyone to bully you."

"From this day on, I'll protect you. I promise that I'll be better than that bastard!"

Thinking of the past, she was overwhelmed with so many emotions. Happiness soared through her mind. If it hadn't been for him, Lavender would've dropped out of school and found a place to raise her child. If it hadn't been for him, she didn't know where she would have been.

Unfortunately, she couldn't get the best of both worlds. She had gone to college and given birth to her baby, but the baby was lost. No one knew whether that child was alive or dead.

If he hadn't gone to England to further his studies... Things were always like this. Even the closest people would separate due to different circumstances.

Fortunately, time didn't stop from galloping. All the sadness she had felt floated away like a fleeting cloud.

"The phone may not be worth much, but it holds so many memories!" Tears shone in Lavender's eyes. "Do you even know what love means?

That phone was given to me by a very special person. It's priceless!"

She knew how childish it was to go through such extremes. Usually, she was much more rational than this. When being forced into an unfortunate situation, Lavender would find a way to adapt to the circumstances and follow the trend, but it didn't mean that she had no principle. And now, he was crossing the line.

Wesley closed the window. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the man threw it against the windshield. The two things collided. Although the windshield was fine, the phone's screen cracked from the impact.

"Wesley!" she screamed. Lavender was about to pounce over and grab the phone when he stopped her.

A brown paper envelope blocked her view.

"Priceless? Are you sure about that?"

He flung the envelope onto her lap. "What about this? Don't you want the three hundred thousand?" Glancing blankly at the phone lying beside the windshield, Wesley took out his lighter and lit up his cigarette. He inhaled casually.

As the smoke surrounded him, he shrugged. "Choose."

For a long time, Lavender was silent. Her heart throbbed at the crossroad lying before her.

After taking a few deep breaths, Wesley threw the cigarette butt out of the window. He reached out the passenger seat and pinched her cheek, forcing her to look at him. He sneered, "Do you know why I hired you? I just wanted to see what it looks like if a woman dares to ask for three hundred thousand dollars from her boss before she even goes to work!

Well? Aren't you good at seducing? Let's see if you're worth the price!" Wesley's hand slid down her top and grazed his fingers against her breasts. Without any warning, he pinched her hard. "Please me!"

Lavender yelped. The pain was enough to draw tears. Her nails were tightly pressed against her thighs that they almost drew blood.

Just before he could do anything more, Wesley's phone rang. The sexual tension wafting around the car was cut off as he reached out for his phone. However, the ringtone was different from the one she heard in the masquerade. It was an unknown English song, and the singing voice was as calming as the sound of nature.

"Hello, Grace..." Gone was the magnetic and intimidating voice he had used on her. Instead, it was replaced with a voice as gentle as the spring wind blowing against the willows by the lake. His cold gaze softened. It was as if he had changed personalities.

The speaker was turned on, and the voice from the other end of the line was loud and clear. It seemed that the caller was a delicate and charming woman.

"Where are you, Wesley? I held the ball like you said, so why did you just leave? Is there something wrong?"

"Honey, I'm just exhausted tonight. I'll treat you to dinner some other day," Wesley said. A gentle smile wove its way into his lips.

"I've heard from Chloe that you were drunk. You shouldn't be driving alone at night. Get yourself a chauffeur, okay?"

"I know."

"By the way, thank you for the flowers! They're gorgeous." She chuckled. "Get some sleep, okay? See you tomorrow!" Grace made kissing noises.

"Okay." Wesley made kissing noises back before laughing. "I love you, baby."

Lavender didn't expect that the man beside her could even be this gentle. The girl calling him must be his girlfriend. Even the ringtone he set for her dialing was special.

She must take an important place in his heart.

Once he hung up, Wesley tossed the phone to the side, and it landed on Lavender's broken phone by the windshield. A mocking smile played on his lips and he gripped onto the steering wheel. Remembering what the woman had said, Lavender reached out to stop him.

"No! Mr. Wesley, you're drunk. Let me drive." Just as she reached out, their hands inadvertently touched.

He reeled back in disgust and removed his hands from the wheel. He despised the feeling of touching her. "Sit down!" he commanded.

However, before she could sit back down, he started the engine and slammed his foot onto the gas.

Although he was drunk, he still drove steadily. Lavender's shoulders sank in relief. She leaned back against her seat and pursed her lips.

"Mr. Wesley, where are we going?" Lavender stammered, afraid that she would irritate him again. This man was utterly unpredictable. Just now, he had told his girlfriend that he was exhausted. Judging from the sound of his voice, he should head to bed soon. However, he made no move in letting Lavender go. Where was he taking her? A shiver shot down her spine.

Suddenly, the car gave another sharp turn and braked at the gates of the hospital. Wesley unlocked the door. "Get off."

Regardless of whether she was willing or not, Wesley lifted her up and stomped towards the emergency room. He quickly filled out a form and took her to the doctor on duty.

The doctor on duty was quick on cleaning the wounds all over Lavender's body. He took out the small shards that had embedded themselves into the soles of her feet and bandaged her. When everything was done, it was almost nine.

Wesley stood beside her the entire time. He gently held her hand and coaxed her. "It will be fine," he said softly. "Just endure it." He acted as if she was a close lover. Even the doctor smiled at the sight. "Miss, your boyfriend is so considerate."

'Boyfriend.' Even the word was strange to her. Although she wore a sweet smile on her face, her heart ached at the thought.

In the eyes of the doctor, he saw a sweet doting couple whose love could reach the end of time. However, they were anything but. As soon as the treatment was over, Wesley carried her back to the car without saying a word. When he sat down, he fumbled his fingers into his pockets and took out another cigarette.

"Where do you live?" he said coldly. The softness and gentleness he had used on her earlier was out of sight.

"There's really no need, Mr. Wesley."

Inhaling the smoke, he shot her a look. "Where do you live? Don't make me ask you the third time!"

Fifteen minutes later, a black Lotus car stopped by the gate of the Happy Community.

Under the blanket of darkness, the houses were incredibly quiet. In fact, Lavender could hear a pin drop from a mile away. Several dim street lights were built alongside the road, casting oversized shadows of the community's buildings. Occasionally, she could see one or two people walking down the sidewalks with their dogs in their leashes.

"Thank you, Mr. Wesley," Lavender said perfunctorily. The most of the injuries she had now were caused by the man beside her. He owed her! However, in these types of situations, power and wealth still proved to be above all of her principles. Upon glancing back at the envelope of cash on her lap, she had no choice but to humble herself.

Life was truly filled with unforeseen events.

"Don't say things you don't mean," he snapped. Wesley got out of the car and pulled her out. Upon seeing Lavender crane her body to get the broken cell phone inside his car, he frowned. The expression on his face darkened even more. "Show me the way."

"No. You really don't have to do this, Mr. Wesley." As she spoke, she glanced around to make sure that there was no one around. If she had been seen like this, she'd be so embarrassed. She didn't want to be the object of the gossip her neighbors would talk about.

"You can choose. Either I'll throw you on the ground like I did in the elevator, or I'll take you back peacefully."

Lavender blanched at the thought of hitting the ground. Moreover, she wasn't wearing any shoes. Right now, some of the sidewalks were under construction due to the installation of a water pipe. The road she had to walk on were filled with bumps and hollows. There was no way she could make it through unscathed. Having no other choice, she told him the direction to her house.

When they reached her house, she pulled the door and Wesley walked right in. Now that he was already inside, she was too embarrassed to ask him to leave.

The apartment she had rented was only sixty square meters, with two bedrooms and one living room. The living room was actually quite minimalistic. In fact, it only held a sofa and a long table for the television.

Wesley glanced around the room only to fixate his gaze onto to a bonsai pine tree located on the flower rack at the corner of her wall. He took a step forward, and he made no move to look away. Even Lavender thought that he had fallen in love with the bonsai at first glance.

Although it looked like a simple pine tree, the bonsai plant actually grew on the 'Death Cliff', located at the top of Wumang Mountain. The man who picked it had risked his life on a stormy night just to bring the plant back to his little girl.

"Mr. Wesley, the plant is actually a gift from a friend of mine back in middle school." Lavender stammered.

Deep inside, she was afraid that he would snatch the bonsai from her, seeing the way he looked at it. He might not really like it, but just enjoyed the pleasure he got from taking away others' favorites and seeing their miserable looks. That was those rich men always did to her knowledge.