Living With CEO

DISCLAIMER – This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story is for entertainment purpose only.

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Coming back from the doctor's clinic, completing the last set of my routine check-up makes me want to take a break from all of this and head out of this city for just a few weeks where I can live how I want and do whatever I would like. Seeing people suffering from all kinds of ailments makes me want to be grateful for life.

I am Olivia Pierce, a sexy wife of a billionaire husband who calls himself the CEO of Lozano Corporation Inc. His company has multiple branches, one of which deals in providing security to big shots of the country that could be owners of big firms, celebrities, politicians, and other famous personalities of the United States or of any other country visiting the US. And the other segments manage various establishments.

My husband, CEO Charles Lozano, was born in a rich family and he took over his dad's business. This is why he is where he is in his early thirties. He has come a long way from what he was to what he has become now. That's what I can say from the things that he has told me, and it was by chance that I met him about three years ago.

Back then I was working at an international museum in Los Angeles in the USA part-time to pay for my college fees, and I would end up working extra hours only to make extra money. So, most of the days I would be there for the whole evening because that was the time most guests came to visit, and I would earn good tips from them because I was told that I was great at providing them with an amazing experience at the museum.

One fine day Mr. Charles Lozano visited during the day. I was lucky enough to be called to work that day in the morning instead of the evening. Since it was Saturday, so I didn't have college, and the girl working in morning shift called in sick to work. I was pissed about having to go to work early that day, but I still managed myself and reached on time.

Later, when I met her the next day, I got to know that she planned to hook up with her boyfriend as his parents were away and had left the house to their son. The thrill on her face was telling me that she had a great time with him yesterday, and I was left feeling sad about being a boring kind of girl.

If I had to sum up the way that I was back then, it would be short and simple – single, disciplined, no boyfriend, and no guy also hitting on me. That was pretty much my life. While all my friends were going out with one boy after the other, I stayed home to either study or read books. I have been a big fan of reading any kind of books.

The genre of the books I read doesn't appeal to me much, but the music that the words produce with the way the author forms sentences isn't just beautiful but also mesmerizing. My friends have called me names for being more interested in books than in boys as almost all the girls in my class either had boyfriends or were dating. Hence, I say my life was very boring in my young adulthood.

While I was at work that day, a man looking like he was in his thirties walked in the museum at a very odd time. From the experience that I used to have over there, which must have been not more than three weeks, I rarely saw a guest walking in at that time. I left the reception desk where I was chatting with the associate and walked up to him to assist him.

As I was walking to him, I couldn't stop staring at him. He was wearing a high branded dark denim that was slightly folded at the bottom, and tan buck shoes on his feet. I liked the dressing sense from the bottom-down, so I gathered the courage to check him out completely and then build an eye contact with him as I was anyway supposed to.

His belt displayed Salvatore Ferragamo logo and that told me he wasn't someone who had just walked in from the lane. He was definitely a well-to-do man for having the ability to afford one of the most expensive brands. I started to walk faster to reach him sooner in the big lobby that the museum had with different paintings displayed in the hallway itself.

When I looked at his body, he was getting hotter, the more I checked him out. He was well-built with his biceps and triceps showing from the navy-blue blazer that he was wearing and beneath that was a light blue shirt. His attire looked very expensive, and then I finally saw his face. Bentley Platinum sunglasses on his eyes surprised me the most, but I did my best not to have such an astonished expression and be cool about it.

Still couldn't believe that I would be interacting with a man like him who is so fine. My smile naturally became broader than my face which must have made me look stupid, but I didn't really care because all I wanted to do was to be at my best in front of him and tell him little stories of the museum in a way that he would give me a good tip.

"Good noon to you, Sir," I greeted him with an expression of being extremely excited to make him feel very welcome in the museum. But despite the fact that I was so cheerful and lively, his bland reply pulled my excitement a little down as he said, "To you too."

I managed to keep up my smile and not let the excitement drain out of my face while I led him to the waiting area, so that he could be welcomed in the museum's signature style with a cooling towel and a drink served by a traditionally dressed person.

The dashing looking man settled in the upholstered wingback chair. A pineapple punch made with a twist by another associate who was dressed in a long loose collarless shirt with a half coat and cotton trouser-like bottoms. The tray that he offered to him had the cooling towel that was folded and rolled in style along with the glass of welcome drink.

In the meantime that he was relishing the drink, it had come to my mind to check for the packages with the receptionist so that I could offer him the latest one with the correct rate as the rates had been recently changed as the demand in the market had increased.

It was a great museum with the associates wearing different dresses from around the world every day. Only the interns had to be in black trousers and white shirts, and there were the ones who had to be on their toes and always did the running around.

That was such a fun time when I learned so many things, but sadly, I don't miss it because I am very happy to be where I am right now. And that is the car as I am going back home from the hospital after the last appointment with my doctors. Even though I am not perfectly fine, let's say that I am growing old with one thing after the other in my body acting up.

Initially, I had thought of checking up with the doctor for the persistent back pain that I have been having for a while, and since I was anyway going to come to the hospital for my appointment with the orthopedic doctor, I also thought of getting a full-body check-up done. I have been putting up with PCOD since my late teenage years and have had a constant complaint of delayed periods almost always with very little bleeding.

Now that I am fed up of getting myself checked back and forth, a well-deserved break is much needed keeping in mind my husband's busy schedule as well. Of late he rarely gets enough time for himself, and that is why he is irritated most of the times. I am aware that a new project that he has been planning is finally going to come to life this year, but he must maintain a work-life balance.

This takes me back to the time when he disappeared from the museum's waiting area while I was checking up on the ongoing rates of the packages at the reception area. I went looking for him, and I saw he was about to open the staff door. I ran at full speed to stop him from doing that.

On reaching a little closer to him, I said, "Sir," a little loudly to stop him from opening the door. He stopped and turned around to wait for me to get closer to him. His smile lurked on his very handsome face.

"You can't go there, Sir," I obstructed.

He took a deep breath that looked like he was calming himself down. But I didn't say anything at which he should be getting angry. I had pointed out a basic rule to him that was guests were not allowed in the staff area and the door that he was opening was leading to the staff area. So, I stood over there as I smiled a little for him to know that I didn't mean to offend him if by any means he felt like that.

"My dear, I can go anywhere I want. I am the new owner of this place," he responded.

I didn't know how to react to that as I was obviously feeling stupid. Neither did the two associates, one at the desk and the other one who served him the drink, tell me about him being the owner. I wanted to clear the air, so I simply apologized, "I am very sorry, Sir. My bad that I wasn't aware. Please forgive me."

"Only on one condition," he said and looked at my name batch to check my name. He focused on it a little too long, and because it was resting on my breast, it made me feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe it took him time to get the pronunciation of my name as most of the people have a problem with that.

He continued as soon as he wanted to possibly give it a shot. He looked up at me as soon as he asked, "Olivia?"

I nodded my head and replied, "Yes, sir."

It felt a little nice to me on hearing my name correctly from a guest. Oops! From the owner of the museum that I was working for. He was the only person in the past three days to have pronounced my name absolutely right.

Once he had my approval on the way he said my name, he added, "Only on one condition, Olivia. You will have to take me around the property."

Denying such a request from the owner of the place where I worked was impossible. I agreed to show him around as I answered, "It will be my pleasure, sir."

We both smiled at each other, and as I held the door for him to enter the staff entrance of the lobby, he walked in and complimented, "Nice name, by the way!"

Being complimented by the owner in such a nice way by his very sexy voice made me feel electrified.

Now when I remember it, I can easily say that it didn't feel as it should have felt. It somehow ignited a spark between both of us, and his smile could clearly tell me that. I showed him around the back-side of the museum, and before he departed from the museum, he handed me a chit as we shook hands to bid goodbye to each other.

Things with me were going pretty much exciting, and as I was given a chit secretly while shaking the owner's hand, it certainly added to my exhilaration. That was the first movie-like experience which happened to me in my boring life. Everything from then on changed which eventually landed me to where I am at present.

I am brought back to the present time where the driver has stopped the car at the traffic signal and all the other cars are also waiting for the light to turn green. I look around and be grateful to be in such a happy place. This city is over the top beautiful with such interesting buildings, mountains, beaches, it is all there over here. I am excited to reach home and meet my wonderful husband who will be back home in a couple of days.

Meeting him at the start when I made the best of the option that he had opened out in front of me. I rushed to the washroom as soon as he had left, just to open the chit and see what was written in it. I didn't want to open it in front of other people because I didn't want them to know about anything that happened between Mr. ehhh! Oh crap!

I didn't even know his name then, as asking him that didn't seem appropriate to me. If he was really the owner, gradually we would all come to know his name, I thought, and I continued to walk till I reached the restroom. With all the anticipation of everything that I could find in the chit, I was also being practical, and the option of finding it blank was still very much plausible.

Being only an intern at the best international museum of the city, I couldn't have such fantasies playing in my mind where the owner of the place I worked at would ask me out or something like that. I am not saying I didn't want that to happen. I wanted it badly, but I liked staying connected to reality.

A guy like him had no possible reason to pursue a girl like me. So, I must control myself and not be this excited, I reminded myself as I had opened the bathroom door. Unable to control my smile, I quickly pulled the chit and opened it in a hurry. I couldn't believe what it read. He had mentioned his phone number along with his name on it.

Finally, I got to know his name. It was Mr. Charles Lozano. Because of the feeling it brought to me when I read it, I repeated his name a couple of times to register the way I was feeling about his name. Despite being skeptical about calling him, I had somehow messaged him that same day feeling confident.

When I didn't get a reply from him for a couple of hours, it was getting me nervous. I was worried if I did the right thing, or I might end up losing my job. No way in hell I had sent him a nasty message. A simple one like I would have sent to anybody: Hope you reached home. Olivia here.

After a few hours went by and I still had not received a message from him, I really started to panic and feared losing my job. It was very difficult for me to get to sleep that night, and I purposely wore the thicker night guard that night because I was bound to clench my teeth in my sleep with anxiety about what happened which was burdening on me.

When I woke up the next day, I was so relieved on seeing a notification of Mr. Lozano in my phone without even reading his message, I immediately clicked on it to open it in the application. A little excitement in me to read his message was eating me up even though it was only a couple of seconds that took me to open the app and read it.

Mr. Lozano: Yes, I reached home for a meeting on time. Excuse the delayed response. I was working.

As I read his message, I automatically saw the time that he sent it, and I couldn't believe he was working or had a meeting at that time. He had sent me the message at 2:00 in the night. It must have been some other reason that he replied to my text that late at night.

My intuition told me his late message had something to do with another girl, maybe his girlfriend or possibly even a one-night stand. I was doubtful to have come across a man his age who didn't have any such encounters. A girlfriend for him seemed too farfetched because he didn't look like he was in a serious relationship.

Had he been committed to someone, he wouldn't have given his number to me the way he did at the museum. Even though I was happy to get a reply from him, I was also a little heartbroken. The feelings were mixed because I think I had already started to like him by then, which was pretty much obvious with the attention he gave to me when we had met.

When I was almost in bed about calling it a day without replying to his message for one whole day because that's what it took me to control my over-thinking, another message from him surprised me. This wasn't any kind of a message to meet me, or to show authority over me or anything else like that. It was a very sweet message telling me about his day and asking me about mine.

Mr. Lozano: Hey, beautiful, had another hectic day. Looking forward to rest during the weekend now. What about you?

His message bounded me to reply to him. Just because I felt that he lied to me, doesn't make my assumption about him being in a relationship come true. He must be given the benefit of doubt, I thought and considered replying to his message that night.

Olivia: My day was like any other day, but unlike you, I have a busy weekend planned, Mr. Lozano.

Mr. Lozano: A busy weekend? That doesn't sound fun at all.

Olivia: Unfortunately, my life isn't also fun at all, Mr. Lozano.

Mr. Lozano: Please call me Charles. What are you going to be busy with this weekend?

Olivia: The lease of my apartment is over. I will be packing and moving.

Mr. Lozano: Well, that could be made fun if I could help you with it. What say?