The CEO Forbidden Passion

"Find that damn old bastard. I don't care if he lives or dies. Scatter!" Rough, angry screams of a man with thin sideburns and an elegant appearance echoed in the empty living room of a luxury beachfront house with entire glass walls in Malibu, Los Angeles.

About a dozen men in black suits rummaged through the empty house looking for Lawrence Brickman. They had combed two floors of the man's house, but nothing.

"Sorry, Mister Jordan. It seems that man has run away somewhere!" reported the head of the bodyguard, a malevolent-looking young man with his hands on his back in the middle of the 1st floor of the beachfront house.

"Bastard! He took away my $50 million investment fund. That's no small sum, Donovan. HUH!" Jordan Fremantle grabbed his cropped hair, which had been neatly styled, out of annoyance.

Feelings of depression due to losing a lot of money at one time make it experience symptoms of depression. He wanted to kill the old man who was so cunning and had tricked him into agreeing to pay for a mega-project of the future city of North America.

Without him realizing it, the CCTV cameras installed at hidden points in the beach house recorded everything. And the old taro owner of the house laughed arrogantly, enjoying the scene recorded there from his hiding place.

***

Malibu, Los Angeles.

"Hello, gentlemen. Did I miss a party here? Why are there so many people?" A melodious and joyful voice tugged Jordan Fremantle's head behind his back.

He saw a woman with light golden brown hair wavy along her back, dressed in a matching bright yellow mid-thigh body dress. She wore six-inch-high yellow stiletto heels and wide black glasses on her little oval face, looking directly at Jordan from the doorway of the beach house.

'Who is this damn carefree woman?!' Jordan thought curiously at the figure in front of him from head to toe. 'Beautiful. Sexy. Even if it's too crowded to the point where it's almost ridiculous to look at,' Jordan valued in his heart.

"Sorry, if you guys are done doing whatever it is here. Please close the door again!" said Chantal Brickman as she walked casually past Jordan, who stood frozen without a word out of his mouth.

Suddenly, Chantal's hands were grabbed and jerked until her body was sent flying against the rigid body in the form of woven muscles hidden behind the gray Armani suit.

Chantal suddenly annoyed and took off her glasses with her left hand. "Who are you-you dare be rude to me?!" she demanded.

"HA–HA–HA! Who am I? Can you tell after you first tell me who you are, Miss?" Jordan replied sarcastically.

The beautiful woman shrugged her shoulders and pushed Jordan's chest to free herself from the man's tight embrace. She then stretched out her right hand in front of Jordan, which the other person had to shake. "Chantal Brickman. And who are you, Sir?" she said in a light tone.

"Jordan Fremantle. It seems that your arrival here can brighten up my gray day, Miss Chantal-Brickman. An unfinished business seems to have found a bright spot!" said the man with bright blue eyes like sapphires with a devilish and dangerous grin.

"Unfinished business?!" repeated Chantal parrotingly.

Jordan's thick left eyebrow arched as he stared at Chantal's confused face. "It's a long story, and I have stomach symptoms that could flare up if I had to tell you now. So-come with me!" Jordan replied, embracing Chantal's slender waist, which curved like an S.

"Hey! Don't drag me, idiot-I could twist my leg in a 10-centimeter stiletto!" protested Chantal noisily when she had to keep up with the fast and comprehensive footsteps of a tall man nearly 2 meters tall at her side.

Jordan's steps stopped. He thought for a moment as he stared at Chantal. A moment later, the girl's light body lifted from the earth's surface and sank into Jordan's arms. "This seems safer, doesn't it, Chantal?" he said and hurried out the door of Lawrence Brickman's beachfront home.

A dozen or so bodyguards followed Jordan's departure. A man among them closed the door of the beachside house that was uninhabited earlier. Then Donovan Bailey opened the limousine door for his boss, holding the man's enemy's daughter. Donovan was secretly relieved at Jordan's luck. Even though the fraudulent old man ran away, they captured his daughter.

"Where are you taking me, Jordan?! My Lexus is still in front of my father's house! I should drive it myself-" Chantal spoke non-stop, trying to find excuses so she could escape from the clutches of the mysterious man next to her.

Jordan smiled broadly, glancing at Chantal. He held out his palm. "Give me the car keys. Let my men bring it for you!"

A desperate sigh slid from Chantal. She opened the mini bag in her arms and took out her Lexus car keys. "Please!"

Before the limousine left, Jordan rolled down the car window and called Donovan Bailey to attend to Chantal's black sedan. Then he ordered the driver to start their return journey to downtown Los Angeles, where his penthouse was located.

"Where are you taking me? Can you explain the confusing events that have happened to me, Jordan? I feel so uncomfortable!" grumbled Chantal, feeling that something was not right was happening to her.

"Your father conned me out of 50 million dollars. Can you tell me where he is right now, beautiful Chantal?" Jordan answered while looking at that face closely and assessing his heart.

The girl's mouth dropped open. 'Papa, looks like you left a super duper big problem for me this time!' thought Chantal dejectedly. She had been unable to contact Lawrence Brickman for the last two weeks, so decided to visit the beachfront home in Malibu, where her father lived.

"I don't know where he is-"

"Hmm, that means you will spend a long time with me later, Chantal! Maybe your father is interested in redeeming you if I tell him that you are with me via his email," Jordan replied while stroking Chantal's soft cheeks with his big knuckles.

Silence. Then Chantal said, "What if I don't want to?"

"No choice for you, Beauty!" Jordan said as he pulled Chantal's back roughly until her slender body bumped into him.

"Hey, can you slow down, Jordan!" Chantal exclaimed, stumbling after Jordan Fremantle, who clutched her wrist across the lobby of a luxury apartment in downtown Los Angeles.

The dark mahogany-haired head turned back. "You spoiled woman! Next time, don't wear high heels. They're likely to sprain your feet," said Jordan with a cynical look that made the usually cheerful Chantal turn sour.

"Please remember carefully, I don't want to come here with you. Just let me go, and you definitely won't have to bother with my slow footsteps in beautiful high heels, Mr. Fremantle!" Chantal spat while trying to free her hands from the hands as strong as the handcuffs holding her so she wouldn't escape.

The elevator Jordan had been waiting for finally arrived at the lobby floor. He owns this luxurious 80-story skyscraper property. It is a futuristic building with many functions besides just a residence. Sky Eternity Intercontinental, or SEI, is famous in the middle of one of these densely populated metropolises, the center of the Fremantle Group business empire. And Jordan, the CEO, lives on the 80th floor in a single penthouse there.

"Let's get into the elevator. Don't inflame me by fighting me!" Jordan insisted, dragging Chantal's hand roughly.

Two bodyguards stand guard on either side of the elevator door in front of Jordan and Chantal. They seemed to turn a deaf ear to whatever their boss was talking about with his captive girl.

Chantal's wrist was red and sore, but she held back her tears because she didn't want to appear weak in front of the annoying man beside her. "Let go of my hand. I can't run anywhere in an elevator going up, can I?" Chantal said coldly without looking at the person she was talking to.

"Ohh-okay!" Jordan released his grip on his hands and raised both of his hands indifferently. However, when he saw Chantal's veins turning blue as if they had burst because he was gripping too hard earlier, Jordan panicked.

He pulled Chantal's arm without touching the woman's wrist, which had a hematoma. "Hmm... looks like I held your hand too hard earlier. I'll call a doctor to treat this!" Jordan said, softening, no longer being rude.

(Hematoma is an abnormal buildup of blood outside the blood vessels. This condition occurs due to damage to the blood vessels, which causes blood to leak into other body tissues.)

"Be a little civilized, Mister Fremantle!" said Chantal, still annoyed. Her right hand hurts when she moves it and is a bit numb.

"TING." The elevator reached the 80th floor, and the door opened. Jordan's two bodyguards exited first and then waited for the pair to walk toward the entrance of Jordan's private penthouse.

This sophisticated door can only be opened with Jordan's retina sensors. No one else could enter the penthouse without his permission. After scanning the retina of his eyes, Jordan invited Chantal to join.

The young woman spread her gaze, scanning the entire spacious penthouse with the west and north walls surrounded by window film that could see out of the room but could not be seen in the opposite direction. The interior of the penthouse looks classy and elegant. There are not many unnecessary items in the room with magenta red walls. Jordan's taste is unusual, with rooms with light or white walls in general.

"From now on, you live at my house. Get used to it, dear Chantal. Don't worry, I will take care of you very–well. There's only one condition: You have to obey my orders, anything!" Jordan crossed his arms in front of Chantal, who looked at him with a hostile gaze.

The woman's words slipped from her pink lips. With her left index finger, she poked Jordan's broad chest, "You don't think about it from my side. I have work that I have to take care of, too. Hey, listen carefully! I'm not unemployed or underemployed. My business is hectic and requires daily attention!"

Jordan grabbed Chantal's slender body until she sank into his arms. "You seem to like provoking me. I can buy your business if your father returns the capital he took away with me! 50 million dollars. AARRGGHH!" Jordan's emotional screams echoed in his penthouse. He jerked Chantal's slender body until she fell on the Turkish carpeted floor.

Chantal felt like she wanted to go berserk at being treated so arbitrarily like that. "You bastard! It's none of my business. You kidnapped me. Get me out of here!" she demanded as she tried to stand up from the floor.

"It's not that simple, Chantal. I will think of the best way to lure your father out of hiding. Hmm, I need a doctor who can treat the hematoma on your hand. Don't be fussy!" Jordan spoke in a tone that didn't want to be denied and then approached the telephone on his desk near the west side of the glass wall.

After talking to his doctor on the phone to come to the penthouse, Jordan approached Chantal, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. "Are you hungry, Chantal?" asked the man lightly.

"Yes, of course, because I only had French toast for breakfast this morning, missed my lunch, and haven't had dinner until now, Mr. Fremantle!" replied Chantal sarcastically.

"Wait a minute, that's an easy thing to deal with. Tell me, what's your favorite food? The restaurant chef in this building can cook whatever I ask," replied Jordan, ignoring the woman's spicy tone.

So Chantal chose the dishes she liked as the man who had it all suggested, "Maybe Italian food will lift my broken mood from being cooped up in a golden cage."

"Hmm, okay!" Jordan answered, and then he returned to the telephone on his desk.

Chantal's bladder felt full and urgent to empty, so the girl looked around for a bathroom in Jordan's super luxurious penthouse. She rushed to an open door, and it was indeed the bathroom.

After urinating and washing her hands, Chantal opened the bathroom door. The woman suddenly let out a muffled scream as she collided with the giant figure waiting for her in front of the bathroom door.

"Aaarrgghh!"

"You shouldn't have disappeared suddenly and made me panic looking for you, Chantal!" Jordan scooped her slender body up so her feet lifted off the floor and carried her toward the bed.

"Put me down, you Bastard!" The woman's fist hit Jordan's broad back.

This annoyed Jordan so much that he slapped Chantal on the buttocks several times and said, "You woman is as stubborn as a donkey!" He threw Chantal's body down on the bed until it sank and then pinned her down with her Grizzly bear body.

"Move-you could kill me with your weight, Jordan!" protested Chantal fiercely. She thrashed under the man who was staring at her in amusement.

"Stop it! Chant, you love to make me sweat to serve your explosive temper. Maybe we should exercise in bed to avoid injury. What do you think?" The blue-eyed handsome man raised his right eyebrow and did not take his eyes off the beautiful face before him.

"TING TONG." The doorbell to Jordan Fremantle's penthouse rang.

The man trapping Chantal Brickman's body was forced to abandon his intention to tease the girl aggressively. Jordan got up from his bed and walked to open the door for his guests.

The door swung open, and a figure wearing a white doctor's uniform smiled, showing off a row of neatly arranged white teeth. "Good evening, Mister Fremantle. At your service, sir!" he said.

"Good evening, Doctor Damian Brinkley. Please come in," greeted Jordan politely as he shifted his body so his guest could enter his penthouse.

"So, where is my patient, Mister Fremantle?" Doctor Damian asked as he looked around the spacious room with a luxurious interior, looking for people other than the two.

Jordan walked ahead of his doctor to his bed. "The injured little cat is on my bed, Doc. Be careful because he's a little naughty!" Jordan's laughter could be heard booming in his bedroom.

"Must be a hot-tempered woman, right? Well-" Doctor Damian followed Jordan's steps until he met his patient, whose appearance was messy, but that didn't reduce her beauty from any angle. "Interesting!" he muttered as he met Colombian emerald green eyes.

Doctor Damian circled the giant bed and sat on the edge. He said in a friendly tone, "So... is there anything I need to heal, Miss Beautiful?

Seeing that the young doctor seemed to be attracted to Chantal, Jordan called out in a loud, sharp voice, "Treat her wrist, Doctor Damian. The vein is injured because it's too delicate, and I held it a little tight earlier!"

The two heads on the wide bed suddenly turned together towards Jordan. The aura of domination and a hint of possessiveness feel real, hanging in the air. Doctor Damian Brinkeley also knows himself. His client seems to have a special relationship with the beautiful creature before him.

"Oh, all right. I'll look into it immediately, Mister Fremantle!" said Doctor Damian. Then, deftly, without saying much, he examined Chantal's right wrist.

"What's your name, Miss?" asked Doctor Damian while taking a tube of ointment from his medical bag. Then he applied the cream to the wrist, which had turned reddish blue due to the hematoma.

Smiling kindly, the young woman replied, "My name is Chantal Brickman, Doc. Isn't this dangerous? It hurts, and my hand is a little weak right now."

"Ohh-that's right, it's the effect of ruptured arteries. Rest your right hand for a while and apply this ointment three times a day. Then everything will get better, okay?" said Doctor Damian Brinkeley as he handed the ointment tube into Chantal's palm.

After checking the patient's blood pressure, pupil reflexes, and breathing and heart rhythms, Doctor Damian determined that Chantal's condition was generally acceptable. He got up from the edge of the bed and said to Jordan, "This lady is fine except for the hematoma on her right wrist. My advice is to treat her more gently because the walls of the blood vessels are thin, so they break easily if you press hard."

"Okay, I'll remember your message, Doc. My private secretary will transfer payment for your services. Thank you for coming here," Jordan said as he escorted Doctor Damian to the exit of his penthouse.

"You're welcome, sir. Then I'll take my leave. See you later!" Doctor Damian replied without wanting to linger there. He stepped quickly towards the elevator to get down from the 80th floor of the tall skyscraper towering in the middle of Los Angeles.

The departure of Jordan's doctor coincided with the room service employee who delivered Jordan's dinner order. He also let the young man come in to serve various Italian dishes at the round dining table in his penthouse.

With light steps, Jordan picked Chantal up in bed. He stretched out his right hand and said, "Dinner is ready. Come on, be beautiful, fill your stomach before you fall sick. The day is still long. I want you to get ready after eating to attend a luxurious party invitation at a hotel near here with me."

"Whatever, am I not currently your prisoner, Jordan?" said Chantal coldly. The most important thing was to fill his empty stomach, and his blood sugar levels had dropped drastically due to the forced fasting.

While enjoying dinner that seemed too early, Jordan looked at Chantal's elegant way of eating. He was also curious to know more about the woman's background in life.

"On an ordinary day, what do you do, Chantal? I hope it's not just spending your papa's ill-gotten money," Jordan asked sarcastically.

Chantal doesn't like being judged arbitrarily for her father's sins. He had nothing to do with the disappearance of the jumbo capital belonging to the man sitting beside his chair.

"Do I need to answer questions accompanied by baseless accusations from you, sir?" Chantal replied with apparent reluctance. He smiled sarcastically while chewing the polpette in his mouth.

"Just tell me the answer I asked for, beautiful. You like to provoke me too much!" Jordan acted indifferent and took another menu on the dining table to fill his stomach.

Chantal replied casually, "I'm a fashion designer from a leading international fashion house. A valuable asset to my employer. If I disappear, they will look for me."

"Hmm ... an interesting job. At least you're not a useless woman who can only waste money and party enthusiasts with free sex in general women in Hollywood," Jordan replied condescendingly to Chantal once again until the woman rolled her eyes.

"Insulting people seems to have become an ingrained habit in you, Jordan. I will experience acute emotional stress if I'm with you too much!" Chantal used her left hand to lift a tall stemware of mineral water to drink from, and then she placed it back on the table.

"Excuse me!" The green-eyed woman got up from the chair and was about to leave the dining table. However, Jordan's arms caught Chantal's slender waist so swiftly that the woman's buttocks suddenly fell into his lap.

"ARGH!" shrieked Chantal in surprise. Jordan immediately controlled his lips until he was unable to protest.

The woman's fists were too small to injure Jordan with her blows. When the forced kiss ended, both of them gasped for breath, and they exchanged glances.

"I like your sweet but venomous lips, Chant! You're prettier if you don't speak cynically like this," Jordan said, stroking Chantal's lower lip with his thumb.

"Unfortunately, I'm not your wife. I'm just your prisoner to lure my father out of his hiding place, right, Mister Jordan Fremantle?" Chantal said in an annoyed tone.

Jordan's brows furrowed fiercely. He also answered Chantal's words, "If marrying you can tame your wild temperament, it would be good for us to do that, Chantal Brickman. I don't mind and know that I am a potential single man who is the target of many gold diggers out there. You are lucky !"

Chantal's mouth fell open ungracefully at Jordan's words. He didn't expect that such a ridiculous thought would exist in the selfish man in front of him.