Owned By A Hot CEO

Athena dreams collided when her boyfriend cheated on her. He chooses his best friend, Belinda-the girl who fakes her sickness just to get Mark's attention. Thus, the latter forgets that he has a girlfriend. Belinda isn't sick. She just pretending. She doesn't have cancer. She just wanted to ruin their relationship. One day, Athena caught Mark and Belinda having intimate sex inside Mark's condo. She was there to surprise her boyfriend-it was his birthday, anyway. But she was the one who was surprised.

Athena was about to grab another glass when Leira stopped her. "Enough! You're already drunk," she said.

"Chill... I'm not drunk-well, a little bit tipsy, though," Athena replied, and grabbed another one and drink it at once.

"What the-Athena... I said enough!" Leira then grabbed her hands and look directly into her eyes. "Look, Athena, drinking isn't the best way to ease the pain," she said and put the strands of Athena's hair at the back of her ears. "I rent a VIP room upstairs. We can't make it home tonight. Go and take a shower then sleep. We'll go home first thing tomorrow. I'm just going to talk to Camila. Do you understand?" she asked.

"No! I want to drink more."

"Athena, please... listen to me. Your Dad will get mad when he finds out about this," she said, pleading.

Athena raised a brow. "How old I am? I'm twenty-five," she said as she drinks another glass. "Don't worry, Dad will not get angry. She trusts me, besides, I'm already a full-grown woman-"

"Oh, C'mon," Leira mumbled, frustratingly. "My point is, if your dad finds out what Mark did to you, you surely dead-"

"Fine! What room?" she asked, giving up.

"A-02," Leira replied.

AS SHE enters the room, she unzipped her dress, took off her undergarments, and tossed it away. She then walked straight to the bathroom. She opened the shower and feel the coldness of the water flowing from it.

Her head hurt because of the alcoholic beverages she drank. But her heart hurt even more, as she remembers their break-up scene.

Maybe Mark cheated because she can't give her purity to the guy. Though there were times that she thinks about giving it. Especially when Mark always blabbers it out every time, they had a date.

But it seems like she did the right decision.

Necking and petting increase the urgency of erotic feelings until sex may become a prominent part of their association together. But these feelings do not necessarily indicate genuine love.

Giving up your virginity is not a basis for giving genuine love. If a guy loves you, he is willing to wait until you are ready.

It's been five days since their break up. She cried for two days, and the next following day, she hangs out with her friends and drank until she gets drunk. She also requested a one-week Leave from his father. And she's not going straight to their mansion but rather chooses to stay in her condo.

She cursed under her breath when she can't see any towel or robe inside the bathroom. "What kind of VIP room is this?" she mumbled.

Left with no choice, Athena walks out of the bathroom, naked. As she steps outside, the white towel above the small wooden table near the bathroom, easily caught her attention. And she was about to wrap it around her body when the door suddenly opened.

"Are you-" she stopped when she saw the physique of the person who just came in.

'It's a man.'

Athena gasped because she can't see his face because the room was dim. Only the light from the lampshade beamed the room.

The stranger started to walk in her direction. He's tall-it's all she can tell. Because his position was against the light. The man's shadow covers her, towering over her, making her lift her head to meet his unclear face.

Suddenly, the man's eyes went down to her exposed body-Damn! she whispered. She forgot to wrap the towel. Consciously, she then wrapped it to cover her nakedness.

The stranger chuckled. "Playing games, huh?" he asked.

Surprised, she gasped again and didn't move. But the guy was fast and in just a millisecond, he grabs her waist and pulled her closer to him. He caresses her back and sniffed. "You smell heavenly, baby," he whispered. She shivered. A bizarre feeling invaded her. His breath gives chills to her body.

Her mind shouts that she must push the guy away from her, but her body won't cooperate.

The man started to move his hand down to her butt. She gasped, and her knees started to tremble. Desires started to build. Unfamiliarity evades. She just knows how to share a kiss and never gets far other than that.

'Is this what every man wants?'

He gently squeezes her globe with his two hands, and even though the towel is on, she can feel the warmth from his palms.

Her fast-pounded feeling started to change into something she can barely explain. Her stomach started to tumble as her heart started to throb fast. She knew that it was not about the effect of the alcohol but the effect of the stranger.

The warmth slowly changed into desire. The towel fell leaving a soft thud on the floor. The man took off his shirt and tossed it somewhere. He then grabbed her waist. He lifts her and lays her slowly in bed. He positioned himself on her top.

Athena can't even utter a word. It's like she was drowned in it.

In a swift move, he pressed his lips into her-he started to kiss her as he rests his palms above her chest, cupping her left breast.

Athena groaned as the man deepened the kiss, savoring her mouth with his tongue. With too much intensity, she found herself sharing the same sensation back. It seems like they were both thirsty, and greedy for something.

She's a virgin but she's not that innocent. She watched porn and read some romance novels.

Desire started to evade her whole system.

She moaned as he harshly caressed her mound, and tweaked a tip between his fingers before sucking it. From her pink tips, his lips moved down, savoring every inch until he reached the part between her smooth thighs. She moaned as he lashed his tongue over the chasm of her center. He kept tasting her until she quaked. She almost cum.

The man stood up and took off his pants and underclothing. If Athena wants to, she can run away and end it. But her body won't move. It seems like her body wants his touch and yearns for more. Her eyes widened when she saw how his cock stood, firm and proud.

The guy walks to the side of the bed, pulled the drawer, gets something in there, and he fits it on his shaft. He positioned himself again on her top. He kissed her with pleasure and she did the same. She can't take it straight. She can't focus. All she wanted by now, is to be taken by the stranger. Like she was ready for it.

Pain touches her face when he plunged, unguarded. Gosh, can't he be gentle? said the corner of her mind.

"You're a virgin?" the man asked, seeming surprised.

She bit her lower lip, trying to forget the searing pain, and she nodded. She was adjusting to his size when his soft lips landed on hers. Then he gently eased himself to her while stroking her sensitive bud.

The pain slowly turns into a sweet tingling sensation.

He then moves faster, scouring deeper and she began to meet his every move. She feels the pain but it's tolerable. She can't let herself not memorize every feeling for the first time. The lust started to swim over her, the uncertain feeling started to build inside her. She's coming.

"Ah!" they groaned together as he asserts one final thrust.

The man rolled over on the other side of the bed, harshly took off his condom, and tossed it on the trash bin beside the bed. He closes his eyes not worrying about how naked he was.

'Will he not wipe his cock, or might take a quick shower? Is it tiring to ignore her after they, did it?'

"You're doomed, Athena! You just gave in to a stranger," she whispered. But as she replays what they did-it feels good.

She pulled some strands of her hair out of frustration. She heaved a deep sigh and pulled the comforter to cover her nudity. She grimaced when she felt a searing pain between her thighs. It's her first and it's painful but she seems to enjoy it. To erase her thoughts, she let the darkness evade her as she closes her eyes.

Days had passed when Athena gave her purity to a stranger. She laughs at the thought of it, she did give it to a stranger but not to her boyfriend. It's absurd. Well, it's quite good anyway, though it hurts a lot. But pain can turn into pleasure-that is what she realized and felt that night.

She can't figure it why, but she wants to do it again with him-Greg Homan, the CEO of the GH Corporation. The richest bachelor in town, a famous womanizer, and a man who hates commitment.

He's one of their major investors. She usually sees him during parties organized by elite people.

Did he recognize her that night or he just thought that she was sort of a whore who wants to get paid as she gets laid?

Well, she didn't regret what happened between them. Besides, she wants something new. That tingling feeling when they did it, she wants it again. Seems like she wanted to explore deeper things with him.

Athena is currently driving to Greg's company to pay a visit. It took her three days to decide whether she visit him or just forget what just happened between them.

She parked her car and walked straight to the guard desk. She stated her purpose and the guard told her to wait for a while and asked her if she has an appointment.

She answered, "Yeah, with Greg. I'm his girlfriend," and it was a lie. She can't tell that she has an appointment because she hasn't.

Claiming as his girlfriend is the easiest password.

The guard laughed as if she cracked a joke. "Four other girls came earlier and claimed that they were Mr. Homan's girlfriends. And you're the fifth, Ma'am, this morning," the guard said.

She raised her left eyebrow, and crossed her arms, "What? I'm his. Call him if you don't believe me," she said. Praying that Greg will ride on.

The guard shook his head as if he was not convinced. He then started to make a call. "Hello, Sir. There's a lady here downstairs who told me that she was your girlfriend. Shall I let her-What's your name, Miss?" he asked.

"Athena Cromwell."

"Athena Cromwell, Sir," he said. "Yes, sir." He put down the telephone.

"What?" she asked, impatiently.

"You may enter, Ma'am. I'm sorry for the delay. Just go straight to the CEO's office on the last floor," he said.

She nodded and ambled towards the lift.

Athena breathes deeply and sighed. Relax, Athena. This is what you wanted, said the corner of her mind. Leira doesn't know about this. No one knows about it. And she doesn't have plans yet to share it with them. But she will be going to tell it anyway but there is a right time for it.

She just wanted to detract from her interest in other things. She doesn't want to be jailed for her past. She doesn't want to cry because of that Mark. He's not a loss after all. But what if she gives what Mark wants and cheats on her in the end? Surely, it's painful. She can be miserable right now if that's the case.

The lift opened, and she stepped out, then looked around. Even though she's used to seeing luxurious designs, every design has its own uniqueness and she must admit that GH has the best interiors.

A girl wearing an eyeglass welcomed her. "You must be, Ms. Cromwell, right?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Right this way, Ma'am. Mr. Homan is waiting for you," she said as she led her toward his office. The woman knocked and opened the door for her and left, afterward.

Athena knows Greg, but that night, she didn't expect that it was him. Greg is two years older than her. They entered the same school way back in college, but they never had a conversation with each other.

That night, she didn't recognize him or even his voice. Honestly, Athena had a crush on Greg way back then. Until Mark came into her world and broke her trust.

When she knew that it was Greg with whom she shared those intimate scenes, it seems like her infatuation went back, but not in an idealistic way. She can't feel any attachments but pure lust.

Who would've thought that her crush will be her first? Well, better give her first to him than to the cheater. Though, Greg also is a man-whore. As the richest bachelor in town, the paparazzi always link him to different girls.

Better try things out without any attachments.

Now she knows the reasons for those who don't prefer any commitment. They want to enjoy life. They are also afraid. Fear can do funny things, especially in the realm of intimate relationships. People are interesting creatures. Some would jump at the opportunity to be in a relationship while others take a lot longer to commit.

People who are afraid of commitment are not yet ready for the next step. They enjoy chasing games. Maybe there's someone else whom they can't forget, or they just want to focus on their own priorities.

Athena was blinded by her love towards Mark and it reaches the stage of her being an idiotic woman who was head over heels for a jerk. She wasted two years.

"Hi," she greeted as she enters, and Greg fluster his alluring eyes. Oh, how she loved the way he smile.

"You may sit down," he said. "What brought you here?" he asked. "You should've called me." He clasped his hands and rest his arms on the chair's armrest. "How's my girlfriend, anyway?" he asked, mocking.

Athena rolled her eyes. "I just told the guard that I'm your girlfriend so that he will let me in. but it seems like your other girlfriends came too."

He smirked. "And I like the last one," he said which make her blush. He stood up. "What brings you here, anyway?" he asked as he leaned on his table and face her.

It seems like Athena's tongue got cut out and it took her a couple of seconds before she answers. "I-I'm just visiting the first man in my life," she joked.

Greg chuckled. "I didn't know that the daughter of the owner of the great Hotel Chains around the globe, Athena Cromwell, was a virgin," he said, seeming he was making fun of her.

"Shut up!"

"What if I'm not the guy that night? Would you give in just like what you did?" he asked in a serious manner as he went closer to her.

Because of its height, Athena needs to lift her head to meet his gaze. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows? Maybe?" she replied and stood up. "I'm done here. Bye," she said.

She was about to turn his back away when Greg grabbed her left arm and pulled her closer to him. "Not so fast, baby," he whispered in her left ear as he sniffed. "I love your scent," he added.

Her body quivers as he nibbled her left ear. His hand slowly touches her globe, squeezing it and he slapped it. "You're such a teased," he said and held her chin and pull it up.

Athena can see the intention in his eyes. She can feel how erect he was, seems like his cock want to come out from his scorch.

"If I kiss you now, you know I won't stop from there."

"Then don't," she replied, courageously. "After all, we already did it once," she said and bit her lower lip.

"Don't tempt me, Athena..." his breath is getting heavier, "my cock might hurt you again."

"I don't care how painful it is. Don't make me beg, Greg." She pushed her body to him. "I can bear the pain." She tiptoed and initiate the kiss. Her pink lips brushed on him. He groaned, seems like he lost control of himself.

The kiss was meant to be gentle and comforting, but when she shuddered as his lips touched hers, all pretense of gentleness flew away. Their longing took possession of them. She gasped.

He was possessed... tempted... deteriorated. He harshly pulled down the zipper of her dress, barely not breaking the kiss. Her dress fell on the carpeted floor. He then began to unhook her brassiere and pushed her onto the sofa.

He stays on top and placed his hand below her head for her to Leiran on. His other hand found the mound, then her tip immediately swelled to the heat of his palm, and her nips solidified.

"Tell me what you want me to do, baby," he confided, his mouth trailing kisses from the corner of her mouth to her earlobe. The tip of his tongue traced the outer swirls of her ear. She sucked on her breath, then quivered. He stops for a while to take off his suit and tossed it away.

She gasped at the touch of his body against her. Of course, intimate sex inside his office sounds incredible. The sofa was quite big after all. She moaned when he fastened his mouth on her breasts, left and right, flicking his tongue against her tips, then sucking it hard.

"Ah, Greg!" she moaned with satisfaction and grabbed his hair.

"That's it, baby. Moan for me," he said in between. His knee parted her thighs then his hand went down to cup the zenith of her thighs. She was tensed.

leaving nothing to cover his body, he positioned himself.

Athena gasped as she saw how fully erected, he was. He pulled down her last garment and tossed it away. His finger touches her core. Sliding one finger on it, going back and forth. She moaned.

One moment, his tongue is now playing on her core. Her body arched as he twirled, nibbled, and sucked it. He stopped and situated himself on her top. Composing himself.

"You locked the door. Don't you?" he manages to ask.

"Of course," she replied.

"Fuck," he cursed as he entered. She flinched as she feels pain. "Relax, I can be gentle."

"No, I want it the way how you want it to be," she said while adjusting her body to his shaft.

Damn. His huge.

He transformed into a beast after hearing what she said. He moved faster and delved deeper. They moaned. He moved faster... deep and hard. He keeps on moving back and forth, reaching her too fast.

"I'm coming," he whispered.

With one, two, and three strokes, he pulled his dick and spit his juices on her belly.

A new day had begun as the sun poured through the window. Providing new hope. Athena looked around through her windows. The roads glistened in the beam of the sun. The sunlit skyscrapers pierced the blue skies. Leira her friend, pass by early that morning. Worrying that she might do something to herself because of her break-up and that she may be suicidal. Adequately, she's not a lunatic to let herself be slain just because of a freaking break-up.

"You're blooming, Athena. It seems like no one messes with your heart, huh?" Leira uttered as she sat down on the single sofa.

Athena was busy signing documents from work when Leira decided to stay for a while. "Your imagining things," she replied. "You and Dad have the same thought. Early this morning, he said to me that I'm glowing. You two just differ in the usage of words. But thanks for the compliment, anyway," she added and continued what she was doing.

"Tell me, is there someone who restores your broken pieces?" Leira asked, wearing her derisive voice.

Athena stopped flipping the pages of the document she was reading and raised her brow at Leira. "No. Why, is it better if I will cry all day, lock in the room, drink alcohol-"

"Of course, not," Leira intervened. "It's just that, I can't believe that you'll get over him for days. You know... the duration of a girl to move on were for months or years."

"Says who? Fiction novels? Movies?" Leira loves to read romance books and she even adapts those realistically. "That jerk doesn't deserve my tears, anymore."

All thanks to Greg.

"All right. I'm now convinced that you don't have any suicidal instincts. I should go then, I also have a meeting at one," Leira said as she gazes at her wristwatch.

Athena let out a deep sigh when Leira already went out. She then picked up her phone that was on the table and dialed Greg's number.

"Hello," he answered over the line using his baritone voice.

"Hi, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Silly. Of course not. Why did you call?"

"About the agreement you want. I'm in."

Yesterday, she agreed to be his fuck buddy. They will be fuck buddies.

"Good. See you tonight then. My pad."

"Okay," she answered and ended the call.

Greg reminded her not to be clingy because they don't have any commitment. He wanted them to act with professionalism. They must think that it's like a business contract where they need to be mature enough to have a successful operation.

EXACTLY seven thirty in the evening when she arrives at Greg's pad. Greg's pad is on the fifth floor, room 5-02. As she enters his pad, she just can't help herself not to be stunned by his interiors. Every corner shout luxuriousness. The bachelor's pad is powered by high technologies, she presumed.

She took off her coat and hang it on the cloth rack near the main door. She was wearing a sleeveless maxi dress.

"You look stunning," Greg said as Athena sat down on his sofa.

"Thanks," she answered, and her eyes started to wander again.

"Here," and Greg handed over the folder, "sign it. That's all about the agreement we made. Just the basic."

She nodded in response. She started to read it and when she was done, she scribbled her signature above her printed name.

"Did you consult a doctor for your pills?" he asked.

She nods. She needs to take pills just as they've agreed. Greg told her that it will be a hassle if he used a condom every time. It will be her first of everything but she's looking forward to it. It was that fast, but her body already decided.

She cleared her throat, "are you not going to offer me some drinks?"

"I can offer my juice if you want to," he teased.

She chuckled. "Crazy," she said as she stood up. "Would you mind if I get some cold water?" she asked just to destruct herself. It seems like her body is burning. As much as she doesn't want to look in Greg's direction, she can't help herself. Thus, the heat started to arouse in her system.

For goodness' sake, Greg is topless and just wearing his towel wrapped in his lower part as his V-line peeps.

"I won't. Feel at home," he asked and bite his lower lip, seems like he was teasing her or more inviting her.

To escape from temptation, she then went to his kitchen. She opens his fridge and grabs the pitcher filled with water and poured it into the glass.

For two months, she will be Greg's fuck buddy. Just pure fucking, no strings attached. They forbid to fall for each other. Easy it is. She can do that. Besides, she's already afraid to fall in love.

What she feels about Greg is just pure lust. She was crazy hooked by him because he let her understand pleasure and taught her how to play fire.

When she finished her glass of water, she went back, but Greg's isn't there anymore. She then decides to go to his room. As she enters, she called his name, but no one answered. She repeats it once more but still no response from him.

She then started to walk and went near to the wooden table beside his bed. She picked up the photo frame where she saw Greg's handsome face, sitting on his Bugatti.

"Hi," he whispered.

She gasped and face him.

"Where did you go?" she asked. Her eyes went down to his eight packs.

"Why, did you miss me that fast?" he asked and smirked. He then pulled her, and her body crashed into him. Her eyes widened when something pokes her tummy.

"Can you feel it, baby?" he whispered.

She gasped again as she feels the freezing air when Greg pulls down the zipper of her dress. Suddenly, he bends down and kissed her on her lips. Her reflexes instruct her to kiss him back, and she did.

He gently caresses her back as his lips still pursed into hers. Her dress softly falls on the floor Leaving her with just her undergarments. He then started to unhook her brassiere without giving a distance between their lips.

She groaned.

He moved forward, and she took one step backward and successfully laid her in his soft and comfy bed.

She gasped when she feels his hand between her legs. His lips went down and kiss her earlobe, down to her neck. She moaned when his lips found the peak of her mountains. He then sucked her left tip and massages her other mound.

He flicks his tongue over her aroused tip. His kisses trailed down to her stomach, took off her last piece of cloth, and tossed it away.

She trembled, feeling velvety all over. Soon, his lips moved down. His tongue dipped between the cleft of her moist mound and found the sensitive bud. He brushed his tongue over it again, and again, gently sucking, making love to it fervently.

She felt as if she was ready to explode and when she reached her climax, her back arched as she moaned and called his name aloud. He then moved up to kiss her neck and took off his towel. His length is rubbing on her sensitive flesh.

"Greg..." she purred, loving every moment of this, feeling him enjoying her moist warmth. He was teasing her, it seemed-gently brushing onto her, poking her, but not plunging in. "Greg, please," she begged.

He smirked and slowly thrust inside, teasing, while tweaking the tip of her mound, and kissed her face. He pulls himself and thrusts a little deeper this time.

"Greg!"

He smiled against her lips and lashed his tongue inside her mouth, which she eagerly sucked on. This man was driving her insane!

He plunged again, this time, it was halfway and she arched her back to meet him-all of him.

"Well, aren't we a lil' impatient tonight?" said, Greg which made her blush out of embarrassment. She seems like a hungry wolf waiting for her mate.

But then Greg gently turned her over so that her back was facing him. His palm went to her globe, squeezing it. Ever so gently, he plunged in. She gasped as she feels him fully-every last inch of him.

When he started moving, she moaned. His hands went to her waist, pulling her to him back and forth. The pain is still there, but it's not like before.

Greg was moaning, and it was such a wild sound, raw, carnal-an expression of pure pleasure. It was as if he wanted her to know that he certainly found her even more attractive, even more, desirable now.

He plunged deep and grabbed her by her waist with his arm and gently sat on the mattress with her now on top of him. He started moving his lips, thrusting, but this time his finger found the bud of her hot flesh and rubbed it.

She feels like she was going to run out of breath from too much intimacy. This was too much delight. And she felt herself quickly reaching her climax. She then writhed in mere ecstasy. She knew that Greg had not had his release and so she faced him and drove him. That is such a daring move from someone who had not done it before.

Her breasts bounced as she moved, loving the need in Greg's eyes. Those eyes were ablaze with passion. She moved fast in a circular motion, up and down. Until he pulled her close and held her tight as he shuddered, spitting his juices inside. She left one swift move and rolled down beside him, reaching for the tissue to clean her cleft.

"It's quite good," he said.

Athena laughed, panting. "Are you saying that I'm good," she asked.

"Yeah, quite good for a beginner," he said and chuckled. She feels pissed, thus, she grabbed the pillow and hit him. "Plus, you're alluring and hot," he added, and with that, she blushed.