Married to the proud CEO

"Are my bags ready?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," his driver replied.

"Load them."

"Yes, sir."

Mason went to see his grandparents to let them know he would be leaving. It was their idea for him to take a break from work, and they had already selected a destination for him to enjoy.

He realized it was one of their schemes. Over the years, they had tried to set him up with various women, bringing ladies to his bed, sending him on blind dates, pairing him with models or friends from high school and college, and forcing him to join numerous dating sites. He always had a date every Friday.

He couldn't blame them because he knew they wanted the best for him.

He sighed and walked into the room where he heard his grandfather laughing. "I came to say goodbye."

"Oh, my boy, Grandma loves you sooo much!" She bent down and hugged him.

"Let him go!" Grandpa sounded irritated, while Grandma whispered, "He's just jealous."

He chuckled, and she released him, giving him a light kiss on the forehead. "May the Almighty be with you."

"Thank you, goodbye, Pa."

"Bye."

He got into the car and left for the airport.

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Once settled in the penthouse, he took in the lovely view. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and passed the time while going through the schedule created for him by his assistant: explore the beach, make new friends, try some cuisines, attend parties, get a good massage, date the masseuse, have good sex, get drunk... He deleted the email and even uninstalled the dating app from his phone. He didn't want anything to do with dating during his break from work; he needed rest but found it hard to relax. Sometimes, he felt as though love didn't exist, but his grandparents had proven that wrong over the years, and he envied them for it. He just hoped there was a woman out there who could handle him and his difficult attitude.

He had tried blind dates set up by his grandparents and one-night stands, but nothing worked out. He felt destined to be alone until the day he died. His parents had fallen in love through the typical boss-and-secretary dynamic, but he didn't mix business with pleasure. If he found himself falling for someone, they would be fired.

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He woke up early today and spent the entire morning in the gym. He arranged for a chef to prepare breakfast for him. After showering and eating, he put on the beach outfit Josh had prepared for him.

"What do you think?" Mason asked.

"It would look good if you took off your shirt."

"What?"

"No offense, sir, but if you want a girl in your bed tonight, you need to flex those muscles. They'll be dying to get a chance with-"

"That's enough. Get in the car."

"Yes, sir."

He followed Josh's advice, and it kind of worked. When he stepped out of the car, he felt unsure of what to do. Should he play volleyball, tennis, build a sandcastle, swim...? Nothing seemed appealing; it all felt too childish. He could hardly imagine himself playing with a sandcastle; he'd prefer to be at work than here. Ladies were watching him as he applied sunscreen, and he allowed them to gawk.

Whoaaa! She never expected to see him in California. When she first spotted him, she thought it was his lookalike, but since she saw Josh with him, she realized it was really him. She was used to seeing him in suits and initially doubted it was him. But to be honest, he looked hot. The night they spent together was fun, but she hadn't had the chance to truly admire his features. It felt like just a one-night stand before he left. He looked like a male model-damn, he was hot! She loved his chest and could already imagine what was below that sharp mermaid line. As she turned to look one last time, their eyes met.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, quickly putting on her sunglasses. But it was too late; he stood up and walked in her direction. "Oh no, he's coming," she whispered. She considered standing up and running but thought, what if he was going to meet someone else? She knew she wasn't the only one staring at him; some women approached him, but he declined them. She couldn't run away like a chicken; she was here to relax, and she would.

She sighed and realized she should have minded her own business, but she couldn't resist looking at the hottie. She could feel him behind her; his shadow said it all.

She turned to face him, and he extended a hand, signaling her to stand up, but she ignored him.

"I'm talking to you."

"Me?" she touched her chest in disbelief.

"Yes, you," he replied.

"Mason, leave me alone. Let me be."

"Bethany, I said get up."

"Fine," she reluctantly stood up without his help.

"What do you want now?"

"A walk."

"I'm sorry, but I'm enjoying the sun."

"You'll still get the sunlight."

"Unfortunately, I can't walk."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am."

"Should I carry you?"

"Don't you dare!"

He smiled and suddenly broke the gold clasp that held her bikini together.

"What?!" She tried to reattach it, but her curves made it impossible. Mason stood there, grinning.

"I never knew you were such a pervert!"

"Will you follow me, or allow this to become more complicated?"

"Would you follow me or allow the whole beach to see those boobs"

He has seen them once so what's the need

"still taking long to decide then I'll leave and your shade will be gone".he said as he started walking slowly

She dragged him closer and hugged him then she whispered

''i hate you'' he laughed then took off the bikini and threw it on the floor,she wrapped her legs around his waist attracting the vies of other ladies. She could tell that he's happy due to his laughter. Well this is awkward....

He loved the feeling of her soft flesh on his hard chest,he took her inside the car but she still clung to him like a koala and he smiled

"you can let go now there's privacy here"

"you're still here"

"how can I leave,here you can have my shirt ". She collected it with one hand while her other hand was still on his neck

"close your eyes'"

"why". She buried her face in his neck and gave him a hickey

"now will you close your eyes"

"and miss those beautiful tits,no way"

"you caused all of this"

"I did,when?"

"you crashed my fun"

" I gave you an option "

"this isn't work you know everyone is free"

"yes,if only you had simply followed me. We'd have walked together,bought some ice cream,talked like you'd simply say what you've been up to all this while but no you were fierce you wanted it the hard way"

"fine close your eyes so I'll wear this shirt and get out of your car"

"no you're following me home"

"I'm not "she protested

"why,you're afraid of falling into my bed"

'"I'm not a slut"

'I didn't say so,did I?". She bit her lip for a while and he remembered that she did it when he deflowered her,she always looked so cute

"I'm not going to your place."

"it's not an option, you're coming". To

He opened the door and called for Josh. He came, opened the bonnet, and dropped her bag inside. He was lucky to have gotten away while that annoying lifeguard was around. He slid into the driver's seat and sat down.

"Josh, it's been a while, you know," she said.

"Yes, Miss Bethany. It's nice to see you again."

"Likewise."

He started driving, and Mason spoke up. "Wear the shirt. Close your eyes."

"I won't," she sighed but eventually put on the shirt, then sat beside him and buttoned it. "I'm done now. Can I go?"

"The car is moving."

"I'll stop here."

"Do you have money or your phone to get back?"

"It's just a little walk."

"Do you have shoes?"

"I can't go. My things are at the beach."

"It's fine; you can come back and get them later."

"They'll take my things to lost and found. Besides, what will I do at your house?"

"I don't know, maybe cook for me? You know I can't cook."

"Then you'll learn through YouTube tutorials."

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"It looks boring. Plus, I want you to teach me."

"I still don't understand why I'm here."

Josh stopped the car at his villa.

"Me neither."

"Okay then, I'm going back."

"Good luck." She remembered her predicament: no money, no shoes, no phone...

"Ugh, you caused this."

"So why did you leave us? I paid you well, right?" he tried to change the topic.

"I thought I made it clear in my resignation letter that if we see each other, we should behave like we don't know each other."

"But I know you." She suppressed a laugh.

"Just forget about it," she said and walked inside, slamming the door in his face. He followed her in.

"Was it because of that night?" She froze for a second and replied coldly, "No."

"Then why did you leave?"

"I wanted to explore other fields."

"So, how did that turn out?" he said mockingly.

"It's going well."

"So which company do you work for?"

"I'm a waitress." He tried to suppress his laughter but couldn't; he burst out laughing, which made her feel bad.

"I want to go home."

"Wait, you left me to explore that?"

"I want to go home," she insisted, trying to change the subject.

"You're spending the night here."

"Not gonna happen."

"Really? How do you plan on contradicting that?"

"I don't know, but I'm not sleeping here."

"Then you can stay awake or watch my handsome face sleep."

"Where do you live now?"

"I can go home by myself," she said before he could laugh at her again. Besides, he was the one who made her lose her job.

"The door is that way," he pointed, grinning.

"Fuck you."

"Thank you."

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't I have the right to go anywhere I want?"

"Just talk," she insisted.

"Well, I'm on a break from work."

"A break? That's hard to believe."

"I was forced to take one. I have less work now."

"Less? Who forced you to take a break?"

"My grandparents."

"Look, you're not on a break. You're on a search for a wife and grandkids."

"You still remember her."

"You ask the dumbest questions."

"Well, I try to give myself some time for massages and all the regular benefits one gets from life."

"That's good."

"I need my phone."

"It's at the beach."

"I know you have it."

"Fine, let me get it for you." He came back with her phone.

"My stuff is there. Where can I get it?"

"So you'll run away??"

"No." He walked to the mini-bar and poured a drink for himself.

"What would you like for lunch?"

"I'm okay."

"You skip meals a lot. I don't like thin girls."

"And who said I like arrogant boys?" she countered.

"I'm not arrogant."

"I know you, so I know what I'm saying."

"No, you don't."

"I won't argue, but you're arrogant."

"Say what you like."

"I'm hungry."

"That's good."

"What should I order?"

"I don't know. You should know what you want to eat."

"I'm asking you; what do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

"I need to go home."

"Why?"

"I need clean clothes."

"I'll call someone to come and get you changed."

"I don't want to keep you company."

"What do you want to do then?"

"I want to go home."

"Not happening." He walked closer to her.

"Stand up."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"Look around. Have you seen anyone in here that'll keep me company? No, you're the only one."

"But I want to go."

"I'll be bored to death."

"Enjoy yourself."

"Do you want me dead?"

"Sometimes."

"Rude."

"Maybe."

"My bed is cold."

"So?"

"You know what I mean."

"What role do I play in warming your bed?"

"Please, I don't want to die."

"The lady who wants to help you will help you."

"No."

He walked closer and whispered, "I want you to strip in front of me. I want to make you scream my name." He nibbled on her earlobe, roamed his hands over her body, and kissed her.

She couldn't resist and kissed him back. There had always been a spark between them; Mason was willing to try it out, but she had always ignored it because of work.

Until one night when she fell and woke up entangled in his arms.

She broke the kiss when she suddenly remembered how much she hated him, how much pain he had caused her, and the children she had to raise on her own.

No, she couldn't make the same mistake twice. This was how she had gotten pregnant, and she wasn't ready to be a single mom with three or four kids.

Who on this planet would marry her?

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I have to go."

"You can't."

"I ordered an Uber."

She showed him her phone.

"You're unbelievable," he said.

He showed her his phone. "You're just unbelievable," he said with a smile.

"I thought you'd spend the night here," he added.

"I can't," she replied, running out before he could say anything else.

She had to meet the boys, and they wouldn't like it if "Mummy" spent the night away from home.

He lit a cigarette to calm himself. She clearly didn't realize how much he wanted her; it was to the point where his body ached.

Maybe she had a man already. He dialed Peter's number.

"Yes, jerkbag, how may I help you?" Peter answered.

"I'm in California."

"So..."

"I want you to run an investigation for me."

"I'm not traveling to deliver the file."

"Did I say that? I'm already here."

"Send me your location."

"I give you three days."

"Hey, I'm not your worker! I also have files that need to be worked on, so you're not the only one. I can deliver the results to you in a month; you won't die."

"Fuck you." Peter laughed on the other end.

"Fine, what's the full name?"

"Davis Bethany Jones."

"Oh, it's a ladyyyyyyy!" He could hear the excitement in Peter's voice. "Can you stop?"

"I know this isn't just work, right? You're in love."

"You're insane," he laughed, and then ended the call.

He could clearly remember her last wishes when she resigned: "The next time we see each other, we should behave like it's our first meeting. What we had was a one-time mistake. I don't know you, and you don't know me."

After that, she walked out. He thought she was still around, but that day, she flew out of the country.

His phone rang; it was Grandma.

"Mason, are you okay?"

"Yes, why?"

"I'm angry with you; I hope you know that."

"No, that's why you asked about my well-being."

"No, I'm really angry."

"With me?"

"Yes."

"What did I do now?"

"You couldn't call to let us know that you arrived safely."

"I'm busy."

"Are you in a bad mood?" He wished he was in a bad mood, but no, he was just feeling horny. He wanted Bethany, but she was gone.

"No."

"Are you with a lady?" She was eagerly awaiting his response.

"No." He said it and burst her bubble.

"I don't want to hear or believe that you're gay. Mason, I need grandkids; stop playing around. You're the only child left."

"That's what you always say. What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing."

"Invite a girl over."

"I'm busy."

"I hope you're not smoking."

"No." He threw the cigarette into the sink and turned on the water.

"Are you lying?"

"No."

"This is why you're still single. Who wants a guy that smokes?"

"At least I don't do it for a living."

"Regardless, you need a woman."

"I want to go."

"Clubbing?" she asked with a smile; he could sense it.

"No."

He opened the door and called for Josh. He came, opened the bonnet, and dropped her bag inside. He was lucky to have gotten away while that annoying lifeguard was around. He slid into the driver's seat and sat down.

"Josh, it's been a while, you know," she said.

"Yes, Miss Bethany. It's nice to see you again."

"Likewise."

He started driving, and Mason spoke up. "Wear the shirt. Close your eyes."

"I won't," she sighed but eventually put on the shirt, then sat beside him and buttoned it. "I'm done now. Can I go?"

"The car is moving."

"I'll stop here."

"Do you have money or your phone to get back?"

"It's just a little walk."

"Do you have shoes?"

"I can't go. My things are at the beach."

"It's fine; you can come back and get them later."

"They'll take my things to lost and found. Besides, what will I do at your house?"

"I don't know, maybe cook for me? You know I can't cook."

"Then you'll learn through YouTube tutorials."

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"It looks boring. Plus, I want you to teach me."

"I still don't understand why I'm here."

Josh stopped the car at his villa.

"Me neither."

"Okay then, I'm going back."

"Good luck." She remembered her predicament: no money, no shoes, no phone...

"Ugh, you caused this."

"So why did you leave us? I paid you well, right?" he tried to change the topic.

"I thought I made it clear in my resignation letter that if we see each other, we should behave like we don't know each other."

"But I know you." She suppressed a laugh.

"Just forget about it," she said and walked inside, slamming the door in his face. He followed her in.

"Was it because of that night?" She froze for a second and replied coldly, "No."

"Then why did you leave?"

"I wanted to explore other fields."

"So, how did that turn out?" he said mockingly.

"It's going well."

"So which company do you work for?"

"I'm a waitress." He tried to suppress his laughter but couldn't; he burst out laughing, which made her feel bad.

"I want to go home."

"Wait, you left me to explore that?"

"I want to go home," she insisted, trying to change the subject.

"You're spending the night here."

"Not gonna happen."

"Really? How do you plan on contradicting that?"

"I don't know, but I'm not sleeping here."

"Then you can stay awake or watch my handsome face sleep."

"Where do you live now?"

"I can go home by myself," she said before he could laugh at her again. Besides, he was the one who made her lose her job.

"The door is that way," he pointed, grinning.

"Fuck you."

"Thank you."

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't I have the right to go anywhere I want?"

"Just talk," she insisted.

"Well, I'm on a break from work."

"A break? That's hard to believe."

"I was forced to take one. I have less work now."

"Less? Who forced you to take a break?"

"My grandparents."

"Look, you're not on a break. You're on a search for a wife and grandkids."

"You still remember her."

"You ask the dumbest questions."

"Well, I try to give myself some time for massages and all the regular benefits one gets from life."

"That's good."

"I need my phone."

"It's at the beach."

"I know you have it."

"Fine, let me get it for you." He came back with her phone.

"My stuff is there. Where can I get it?"

"So you'll run away??"

"No." He walked to the mini-bar and poured a drink for himself.

"What would you like for lunch?"

"I'm okay."

"You skip meals a lot. I don't like thin girls."

"And who said I like arrogant boys?" she countered.

"I'm not arrogant."

"I know you, so I know what I'm saying."

"No, you don't."

"I won't argue, but you're arrogant."

"Say what you like."

"I'm hungry."

"That's good."

"What should I order?"

"I don't know. You should know what you want to eat."

"I'm asking you; what do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

"I need to go home."

"Why?"

"I need clean clothes."

"I'll call someone to come and get you changed."

"I don't want to keep you company."

"What do you want to do then?"

"I want to go home."

"Not happening." He walked closer to her.

"Stand up."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"Look around. Have you seen anyone in here that'll keep me company? No, you're the only one."

"But I want to go."

"I'll be bored to death."

"Enjoy yourself."

"Do you want me dead?"

"Sometimes."

"Rude."

"Maybe."

"My bed is cold."

"So?"

"You know what I mean."

"What role do I play in warming your bed?"

"Please, I don't want to die."

"The lady who wants to help you will help you."

"No."

He walked closer and whispered, "I want you to strip in front of me. I want to make you scream my name." He nibbled on her earlobe, roamed his hands over her body, and kissed her. She couldn't resist and kissed him back.

There had always been a spark between them; Mason was willing to try it out, but she had always ignored it because of work.

Until one night when she fell and woke up entangled in his arms.

She broke the kiss when she suddenly remembered how much she hated him, how much pain he had caused her, and the children she had to raise on her own.

No, she couldn't make the same mistake twice. This was how she had gotten pregnant, and she wasn't ready to be a single mom with three or four kids. Who on this planet would marry her?

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I have to go."

"You can't."

"I ordered an Uber."

She showed him her phone.

"You're unbelievable," he said.

He showed her his phone. "You're just unbelievable," he said with a smile.

"I thought you'd spend the night here," he added.

"I can't," she replied, running out before he could say anything else.

She had to meet the boys, and they wouldn't like it if "Mummy" spent the night away from home.

He lit a cigarette to calm himself. She clearly didn't realize how much he wanted her; it was to the point where his body ached.

Maybe she had a man already. He dialed Peter's number.

"Yes, jerkbag, how may I help you?" Peter answered.

"I'm in California."

"So..."

"I want you to run an investigation for me."

"I'm not traveling to deliver the file."

"Did I say that? I'm already here."

"Send me your location."

"I give you three days."

"Hey, I'm not your worker! I also have files that need to be worked on, so you're not the only one. I can deliver the results to you in a month; you won't die."

"Fuck you." Peter laughed on the other end.

"Fine, what's the full name?"

"Davis Bethany Jones."

"Oh, it's a ladyyyyyyy!" He could hear the excitement in Peter's voice. "Can you stop?"

"I know this isn't just work, right? You're in love."

"You're insane," he laughed, and then ended the call.

He could clearly remember her last wishes when she resigned: "The next time we see each other, we should behave like it's our first meeting. What we had was a one-time mistake. I don't know you, and you don't know me."

After that, she walked out. He thought she was still around, but that day, she flew out of the country.

His phone rang; it was Grandma.

"Mason, are you okay?"

"Yes, why?"

"I'm angry with you; I hope you know that."

"No, that's why you asked about my well-being."

"No, I'm really angry."

"With me?"

"Yes."

"What did I do now?"

"You couldn't call to let us know that you arrived safely."

"I'm busy."

"Are you in a bad mood?" He wished he was in a bad mood, but no, he was just feeling horny. He wanted Bethany, but she was gone.

"No."

"Are you with a lady?" She was eagerly awaiting his response.

"No." He said it and burst her bubble.

"I don't want to hear or believe that you're gay. Mason, I need grandkids; stop playing around. You're the only child left."

"That's what you always say. What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing."

"Invite a girl over."

"I'm busy."

"I hope you're not smoking."

"No." He threw the cigarette into the sink and turned on the water.

"Are you lying?"

"No."

"This is why you're still single. Who wants a guy that smokes?"

"At least I don't do it for a living."

"Regardless, you need a woman."

"I want to go."

"Clubbing?" she asked with a smile; he could sense it.

"No."