The Heartless CEO Wants Me

Evelyn's POV:

I can't stop smiling looking at the picture of me standing with famous chefs on my phone. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest with fireworks BOOM! over my head when a week ago they said my name, Evelyn White, as the winner got tickets for a free trip to Paris for two nights.

It was like a beautiful dream come true that I could meet the famous chefs there and learn how to make cakes. Time seems to fly by, but my beautiful memories of Paris will forever stay in my mind.

Now I'm sitting in a seat at the airport waiting for my flight back to New York, my hometown. Even though it's only been two days, I really miss my grandma, our sweet home, and our bakery. Although our place is not big, but it's like heaven for us.

I only live with my grandma. We lived upstairs and had a bakery downstairs. My mom died in a car accident when I was two years old. I'm 20 now. My grandpa also had died due to illness. And my dad I never met him. I don't even know what he looks like. They only told me he was dead.

"You blind man! You're getting in my way!"

In curiosity, I turned to my left. I saw a fat, angry man stepping over the feet of a man wearing sunglasses, who was sitting in a chair not far from mine, and the fat man left in a hurry.

As my eyes fell on the man wearing sunglasses, I couldn't deny his handsome face mesmerized me. He had brown hair that was neatly combed back, fair skin, and a strong jaw. I think he was around 30 or less. His body looks dashing in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie. Looking at his long legs, he must be tall.

His cell phone suddenly slipped from his hand and fell from his lap to the floor. I furrowed my brows, asking myself why he didn't take the cell phone.

Is he really blind? The question popped into my head, concern overtook me.

I put my cell phone in my hand into my bag, stood up from my seat, walked over, and sat next to him as I took his cell phone on the floor. "Here's your cell phone. You dropped it on the floor," I said in a soft voice.

I furrowed my brows in wonder cause he didn't take his cell phone from my hand. He didn't even look at me like I was a ghost that one couldn't see or hear.

I let out a sad sigh. "Oh ... you're so pity. You are not only blind, but also deaf." I paused, staring sadly into his face. My cheeks puffed up instantly in annoyance. "That fat man has no heart! He shouldn't scold you, saying you're blind!" I inhaled sharply, suppressing my annoyance.

In caring, I stared at his face. "I truly wish one day you could see and hear so you could see your face. Oh gosh! You are so handsome and I believe you have a good heart, too." I smiled to myself, my cheeks heating up. I wouldn't have dared say that to him if he wasn't deaf.

It surprised me. My heart skipped a beat at hearing him chuckle. He opened his glasses, looked into my eyes. I stopped breathing as I forgot how to blink stunned into those beautiful gray eyes.

One corner of his lips lifted into a devilish smirk. He tucked his hand behind my neck. I transfixed, my eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights, as he pulled me into a deep kiss. I feel an odd shiver run through me, and strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly.

When my sober mind woke me from his spell, I quickly pushed his chest with my hands. "Why did you kiss me?! My first kiss! You just took my first kiss!" The words left my mouth without me realizing it. I really want to cry now. I can't believe I gave my first kiss to a man I just met.

His eyes flare momentarily in surprise. "This is your first kiss?" he asked, chuckling again.

My eyes opened wide, as I could hardly believe what I just heard. "You- you can talk?! You're not blind, you can hear. Why didn't you tell me that?!"

A hint of a teasing smile played on his lips. "Why didn't you ask me that?" he asked me back, taking his cellphone from my hand. He made me feel like an idiot.

I starting to puff like a giant toad. "I thought you were a good man, but I was wrong. You bastard! I shouldn't feel pity for you!"

Another chuckle left his mouth. He leaned closer to me. Fear suddenly took over me as he looked into my eyes with his deep gaze. "You shouldn't feel pity for strangers. Never trust others easily. If you meet a bad person, he will take advantage of you, use you. Your kindness will kill you. I kiss you, so that you remember what I said." His voice was as deep as his gaze. I could see the anger, the sadness in his eyes.

He gave me his gentle smile. I think it's to cover up how he feels. I struggled to calm my rapid heartbeat as he pulled himself from me.

As I heard hurried footsteps coming our way, I looked ahead. An old man with a gray hair wearing a black suit stopped in his tracks, standing in front of us. He looks kind, clean, and tidy.

"Young master, your private jet has been repaired. We can fly now."

I furrowed my brows in curiosity upon hearing the old man's words. Young master? Private jet? Why did he say that?

The bastard who had taken my first kiss sighed in annoyance. "Why are they taking so long?! I even fell asleep here!" he said, getting up from his seat and the old man just smiled like he was used to his young master's behavior.

He went along with the old man without saying anything to me, like I didn't exist. I became a statue with my donkey face. I feel like a stupid ass right now. Now I know the reason why he was wearing sunglasses, and he didn't take his phone when it fell on the floor. He's not blind, he's not deaf, he's sleeping!!!

My cheeks puffed out as my face turned red, my palms clenched. Thinking of that bastard makes me want to explode. I hate him so much and would never want to see him again.

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After eight and a half hours on the flight, I finally arrived in New York. As soon as I get off the plane, I leave the airport by bus to go back to my house.

When the bus stopped at the bus stop, I quickly got off the bus with my suitcase in my hands. In quick steps, I walked towards my sweet home, as I couldn't wait to hug my grandma in my arms.

"Grandma! I'm home!" I said as I opened the door. The smile on my face instantly disappeared seeing my grandma's sad face. She was sitting on the couch in the living room, looking at me.

I sat next to her, holding her hand. "What happened? Why do you look sad?" I asked into her eyes. Sadness, curiosity, worry took over me.

She sighed helplessly. "Our neighbors, they tell me they are going to sell their house to the KINGSTON company."

I feel like I hear thunder in the daylight. "But- why?! Didn't they say they weren't going to sell their house and why are they changing their minds now?!"

"They were willing to pay double to buy their house. That's why they changed their minds."

Tears filled my eyes as I clenched my fists. I can't lose our house, our bakery that has been in our family for generations. It breaks my heart to see this house torn down. I'm not letting that damn company build their hotel here!

I stood up from the couch, breathing in anger.

"Evelyn, where are you going?" my grandma asked worriedly.

"I'll go to our neighbors and ask them not to sell their house. I'll do whatever it takes to save our house." In quick steps, I walked out of my house to David's house.

I banged on the door. "David! Open this door now! I want to talk to you!"

It didn't take long before the door opened. "Why did you change your mind?! You promised me! You would not sell your house. This is your family home for generations. How can you let them turn this to dust?!"

David sighed helplessly. "Evelyn, let's talk inside." He walked in and I followed behind. We both sat on the couch in the living room.

"Please ... David. Please, don't sell your house. I'm begging you." I held his arm, begging into his eyes.

"I don't want to sell this house, but I have no choice. The other neighbors have agreed to sell theirs. There is nothing we can do now."

"No! There must be something we can do! I will never let them take my home from me!"

I furrowed my brows in thought while suppressing my anger. Think Evelyn! Think! I ordered my brain.

As I found a good plan, I got a smile on my face. "I have a good plan!" I said excitedly into David's eyes. "Don't sell our houses. Our houses are in the center of this land. Even if they buy their houses, they can't build the damn hotel here."

He shook his head. "No. We shouldn't do that."

Curiosity overtook me seeing the fear in his eyes. "But- why?"

He stared seriously into my eyes. "You don't know who Xavier Kingston is. My friend is an employee who works at his company. He warned me not to mess with him if I don't want to suffer at his hands. My friend also told me he is not only evil but also brilliant. With the wealth and power he has, he will easily get everything he wants."

I fell silent, staring at him, as I can't deny I'm feeling scared right now.

David took the magazine from the table in front of us and showed me the photo inside the magazine. "He is the man I told you about. He looks like a gentle, handsome man, right? No one will think he is the devil behind his handsome face."

I could hardly believe my eyes. Fear and anger gripped me at the same time. The owner of the biggest company in town is that bastard who took my first kiss.

********

After I left David's house, I returned to my house. In sadness, despair, my grandma advised me to give up and sell our house, but I will not give up no matter what.

I went inside my room after I talked to my grandma. I sat on my bed, leaning my back against the headboard with my phone in my hand. If I want to fight an enemy, then I have to know about him first.

I searched about him on the internet. My eyes bulging in anger when I saw his picture in one article. "Xavier Kingston!" I feel like I want to explode just by saying his name.

Holding back my anger, I read the article. Xavier Kingston, a 31-year-old hot, handsome bachelor who all the ladies in city want the most. After getting his master's degree at Harvard, he became The CEO of his family's company. He is the only heir in his family. With his brilliance and hard work, he made the KINGSTON company one of the largest companies in New York.

I sighed, desperation taking over me. He is not only brilliant but also so rich, so powerful. He is an enemy that I cannot defeat.

I quickly shook my head as I encouraged myself. I don't need to be afraid of him cause I did nothing wrong. I'm just defending my house! It was his fault, not mine! All I have to do is not sell my house and everything will be settled. I have to tell everyone about this so that bastard doesn't dare mess with me. And I already have a good plan for that.

I nodded to myself confidently as I clenched my fists. "Evelyn! Fighting!"

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The day has changed, and it has become night. I'm currently in a taxi on my way to one of the luxury hotels in Manhattan. I was wearing a short black dress and black high heels. I let my long blonde hair fall to my waist.

David's friend told him that his CEO was going to attend the wedding of one of his business partners there. This is a good opportunity for me to carry out my plan.

As the taxi stopped at the hotel's main door, I got out of the car and walked through the door. I took a deep breath, walking down the hall leading to the party room. Stay calm ... Just relax ... You can do this. I said the mantra in my head. I feel so nervous now. My heart beats fast, my hands and feet are cold. I kept telling myself not to forget to breathe.

As I got near the entrance to the party room, I stopped in my tracks. There were several guards there who asked for invitation cards before they let the guests into the room. I could already guess this would happen.

My eyes wandered around the room I was standing in. I smiled slyly as I got to my prey.

I walked closer to a handsome man in a black suit, who was standing alone by the window. He's on the phone. He had just hung up the phone when I stood in front of him. As he looked at my face, he couldn't close his eyes, as if he forgot how to blink.

"I'm sorry. Can I ask for your help?" I showed him my pleading face, my puppy eyes.

He blinked, awakening from my spell. "Su-sure. Tell me how I can help you?"

"I forgot to bring my invitation card. I can't enter the room without it. Can I go inside with you pretending I'm your partner? Please ..."

A devilish smile crossed his lips. "Of course I will help you." His flirtatious eyes teased mine. "I'm even willing to be your real partner." His voice is deep, raspy.

I gave him my sweet smile. "Thank you for your help. I really appreciate it."

He smiled back at me, holding out his arm for me. "Shall we?" He asked me like a gentleman.

I gave him another sweet smile of mine. I slipped my arm into his, and we walked towards the guards. The man I was with gave the invitation card in his hand to one of the guards and the guard let us into the party room with a pleasant smile on his face.

When we were already standing in the room, I smiled, as I was relieved that my first plan had worked.

"May I know your name?" the man asked into my eyes. "I bet your name is as pretty as your face."

I answered him with just a smile as I took my arm from his arm. "Once again, thanks for your help. I'm waiting for my fiancé now. He told me he's on his way here."

I almost couldn't hold back my laughter seeing his face that looks like a stupid donkey in the cartoon I watched. I quickly walked away from him towards the banquet table, suppressing my laughter.

I took the glass of wine from the table, sipping it to pump up my courage. I'm ready with my next plan.

My eyes roamed this lavish party room, looking for that bastard, but I couldn't find him. Why isn't he here? Is he not coming to this party? I sighed helplessly, waiting in hope. My plan to save my home and get my revenge wouldn't have worked if he wasn't here.

I furrowed my brows, curious to see the ladies in this room couldn't blink their eyes, gazing at something in awe. They are holding their breath.

I looked the way they were gazing, and I suddenly became like them. I couldn't blink my eyes as I stopped breathing to see the man I was looking for walking into the party room in his fine black suit. Oh gosh ... He really is beautiful. No one should be this good-looking.

I shook my head briskly, rousing myself from his spell. This was not the time to admire his good looks, but this was the time to teach him a lesson he would never forget!

I kept watching him from where I stood. Everyone here adores him without knowing he's the devil behind his handsome face.

As he was standing, and talking to some men in expensive suits, I walked closer to him while holding the glass of wine in my hand, and stood not far from him, listening to their conversation.

"Xavier, why aren't you married yet? Don't you want to get married?" One old man asked him. "You are the most desirable bachelor in this city. You can easily get any pretty girl to be your wife if you want. See! Every lady in this room can't take their eyes off you, even the bride, too."

The others laughed while the most desirable bachelor in town just smiled.

"It's not because I don't want to get married, but it's because I still haven't found-"

"It's because you have no a heart, so you don't know how to love!"

Hearing my loud voice, all eyes are now on me. I smiled casually to cover up my fear, my panic. I can hear my rapid heartbeat in my ear.

I almost forgot how to breathe when my eyes met Xavier's. He holds my gaze steadily, impassive. The temperature in this room is getting colder, or maybe it's just me. I'm shivering inside now.

Don't avoid his eyes! Just kept looking at him. Don't show him your fear. In front of all those eyes, he wouldn't dare mess with me. I tell myself as I step closer and stand facing him.

"Xavier, do you know this young lady?" the old man who had spoken earlier asked curiously.

I didn't hear his reply. He just kept locking my eyes with his steady gaze. His eyes tell me he remembers who I am. "I beg your pardon. Have we met before?" He acts like a gentleman.

It made me chuckle to hear him say otherwise.

"Do you really not remember me? I didn't expect you to have such a bad memory. You just kissed me without permission yesterday and now you've forgotten about me."

Everyone here whispered curiously, all the eyes opened wide in surprise. A small smile crossed my lips as my plan to get their attention had worked.

Fear and chills suddenly ran down my spine as I saw anger, a cool gleam in Xavier's eyes. "What do you want from me?" he asked directly in a low, firm voice.

I lifted my chin, trying to be brave. "I want you to build your damn hotel somewhere else! I will never sell you my house even if I die! It was my family home for generations! And you can't force me to do that! I have the right to refuse! I'm not afraid of you! I will fight against you!"

Everyone whispered again. It relieved me they knew what had happened. Now there's only one thing left for me to do, which is to get my revenge.

Everyone here was silent in shock, with their mouths agape, watching me splash the wine in my hand on Xavier's face. "This is your punishment for being a bastard! So next time you think twice before you kiss someone without permission!" I smiled mockingly into his eyes, that were burning with rage. Judging by the expression on his face, I bet no one had ever dared to do this to him before.

I walked out of the party room with a satisfied smile on my face. My plan to save my sweet home and get my revenge has worked. I've taught that bastard a lesson he won't never forget.

********

In his luxurious mansion, Xavier Kingston was sitting on the sofa in his night robe inside his room. He placed his elbows on the arms of the sofa and steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. The flare of anger burned in his eyes thinking about the girl who dared to mess with him. He couldn't wait to have her suffer at his hands. He wanted her to taste hell.

The sound of a knock on the door woke him from his thoughts. "Come in," he said, suppressing his anger.

The door opened, and the old man Evelyn saw at the airport walked into the room and stood over him. His name is Alfred Carter.

Alfred has taken care of Xavier since he was a baby. He was not only his butler but like a father to him. Ever since his parents died, he couldn't trust anyone anymore. Only Alfred can Xavier trust.

"Young master, everything has been settled. Tomorrow you will hear the news according to what you want."

Alfred did not hear a reply from his young master. He only saw a satisfied smile cross his lips. He then handed him the papers in his hand. "Young master, this is what you asked of me. Everything about the girl is in those papers."

Xavier took the papers from Alfred's hand. "You can go now," he said, focusing his eyes on the papers.

Alfred sighed sadly at the sight of his young master staring devilishly at the picture of Evelyn on the paper. He knew he'd do something bad to that girl. Every time he witnessed the misbehavior of the young master whom he cherished like his own son, his heart cried because he couldn't stop him.

Tears filled Alfred's eyes as he walked out of the room, closed the door, and left the room.

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Evelyn's POV:

The sun was already setting when I walked into the grocery store. My grandma told me to buy milk for her. She couldn't sleep if she didn't drink it.

I took milk from the rack in front of me. When I saw the bottles of wine on the rack to my left, I laughed at myself as I couldn't believe what I did last night. I don't know how I got the guts to do that. A poor girl like me has dared to go against the richest man in this city.

My heart beats fast as fear takes over me. I can't deny that the man scared me to death. I shiver inside every time I remember the flare of anger in his eyes. Oh God, I really hope everything will be okay for me and my grandma.

"Hey! Look! Isn't she the crazy bitch on the news?"

"Oh gosh! You're right. What is she doing here?"

I turned to my left at hearing the girls whispering. I furrowed my brows a bit as I wondered why they were looking at me with such disgust. They both sneered at me before they walked away from me.

Why are they acting like that? The bitch on the news? What do they mean? These questions filled my head.

I woke up from my thoughts at the sound of incoming calls on my cell phone. I quickly took it from my bag and checked it. David is calling me.

"David, what is it?"

"Oh, God! Evelyn! I warned you not to mess with him! Now you will regret it." His voice sounded frantic, worried.

"Wh-what?! Why are you saying that? I-I don't get what you mean?!"

"You're on the news! I-I'll send you the link." He hung up the phone before I could say a word.

As soon as I get the link, I open it. It shocked me to see my face on the news. In a panic, I watched the news.

I'm speechless. I can't think. I could only hear my rapid heartbeat in my ear. How can the anchor say I'm the girl who's crazy about that bastard? The anchor said, I came to the wedding to get attention from him, and from everyone there. I'm mad at him because he rejected my love for him and it's driving me crazy. Oh, God! How could the bastard do that to me?!

Worry as well as fear suddenly gripped me at the same time. "Grandma!" I can hear my voice shaking. If that bastard can do this to me, he can do terrible things to my grandma, too.

In a panic, I shoved my phone in my bag as I ran out of the grocery store. I must go home soon!

As I was running down the quiet street towards my house, a black jeep suddenly stopped in front of me. Two well-built men with fierce faces got out of the jeep. It shocked me when they grabbed my arms.

"What are you doing?! Get off me!" I said in fear as I struggled.

One man covered my nose and mouth with a towel while the other man firmly hugged my waist from behind. I smelled something on the towel that I had never smelled before.

I suddenly became sleepy. My vision became blurry, my body felt light. I can no longer see the dim light from the streetlights. Everything become dark, quiet as I fell into my sleep.

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As I opened my eyes, I quickly squint my eyes, feeling dizzy in my head. Fear suddenly gripped me so firmly as I realized I was lying naked on a bed in a luxurious room that I didn't know where I was. My hands and feet were tied to the bed. Black tape sealed my mouth. It's dark here, only the dim light of the night lamp illuminates this room.

I'm scared to death. My body was shaking, my heart was racing, which made it hard for me to breathe. I could do nothing but cry.

I instantly stopped crying as I heard someone stand up from the sofa in front of me. I stopped breathing as my eyes opened wide in shock to see Xavier walk over to me and sit on the bed next to me.

He was wearing a black night robe, and the straps were loosely open, exposing his hard chest and the muscles on his abdomen. I could smell the fresh citrus, lemon and blackcurrant smell of the cologne wafting from his body.

One corner of his lips lifted up, giving me the lustful, devilish smirk. I shivered in fear under the cool gleam of his eyes.

I begged him with my eyes to let me go as I shed tears. A teasing smile played on his lips. He made me feel like mice being played with by a lion.

"I will let you talk. You and your beloved grandma will die if you scream." He's threatening me.

I nodded my head at him obediently.

He smiled as he really enjoyed seeing my fear, my helplessness. He removed the tape from my mouth. "Please ... let me go," I begged through tears. "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that to you. I'm really sorry. Please forgive ..."

"You really have such beautiful blue eyes? Where did you get those eyes?" He ignored my pleas, but teased me.

"Please ... I'm begging you ... let me go." I begged him in my crying voice. He gives me his gentle smile, a devilish look in his eyes.

Fear and shivers run down my spine as his featherlight finger caressed my cheek, slowly down my lips, down my neck and stopping at the curve of my breasts. "No ... Please ... Don't ..." I breathed in fright.

He again ignored my plea. His lustful eyes settled on my breasts and onto my nipples. "No! Please stop! Please ..." I cried as his big, strong hands firmly gripped my breasts, his tongue taste the peak.

My whole body trembled in fear, my heart beat rapidly. "Please ... Stop it ... Please ... I'm begging you."

I cried into his eyes as he stopped enjoying my breasts. I thought he was done with me, but I was wrong ...

A devilish smile crossed his lips as his hand crawled up my thigh. It scared me to death when his fingers touched my untouched pussy. "I'm sure you're still a virgin. It would be a pleasure for me to be the first to fuck you." His voice is deep, raspy.

"No! Please! Stop it! Please ..." I begged, crying, feeling his finger move slowly into my pussy, his devil eyes teasing my terrified eyes.

"I'll kill myself if you fuck me!"

His finger suddenly stopped moving. He paused, staring at me. His eyes told me he didn't think I would say that. He chuckled. "You are the only girl who chose death over fuck with me, while other girls begged me to fuck them."

I felt like I had just escaped from a lion that wanted to eat me when he took his finger from inside my pussy.

He brought his face closer to mine as I struggled with my fear. I cried. His eyes locked on mine. I don't know if it's because of the tears in my eyes or I see pity and something I can't explain in his soft eyes.

His eyes suddenly became cold, as cold as ice. "I'll let you go this time, but not next time. Never dare to fight against me again. I need you to move out of your damn house in a week, because I want to build my sweet hotel there. Did I make myself clear?" he threatened me in a deep voice.

He left me with no choice. I nodded my head to him, even though my heart didn't want to.

He smiled with satisfaction, filling his eyes. "Good girl," he said softly.

As soon as he untied me, I quickly stood up from the bed, struggling with my trembling body. I put on my clothes on the bed and I rushed to run out of this room to escape from this hell.