Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Who is Blaze Wychwood? The peculiar surname “Wychwood” destined him to be extraordinary. He was born into a British hereditary aristocracy, with one-quarter of European bloodline. At the age of 20, he established his own company. He was daring in his actions, constantly expanding and acquiring, and eventually established the N. E. International Group.

The company developed various cutting-edge software and systems, unmatched by anyone else.

In addition, he also dabbled in various industries such as finance. As long as it was profitable, he would not hesitate to get involved.

By this year, the main company under his group became the world’s number one listed company in terms of market value. He was hailed as the richest man in the world.

And he was only 28 years old this year.

Such a man… probably only had a relationship with her in dreams.

“Clap-”

Harper threw the newspaper into the trash can, no longer looking at Blaze’s handsome face, and got up to brush her teeth.

As she got out of bed, a pain between her legs came, “Uh-”

She almost fell down… She quickly grabbed onto the wall.

‘How could this be? Could it be that the pain from being forced in the dream still lingered in reality?’

Harper endured the discomfort in her body, went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, changed clothes, grabbed her sketchbook and bag, and headed out.

As a third-rate comic artist, Harper could either work from home or go to the office. She always enjoyed staying at home to draw, but today she had to go out. Because she was afraid that if she stayed home all day, she might end up having more of those ridiculous dreams…

As soon as she entered the office, Harper heard a chorus of screams from the women-

“Oh my god, he’s so handsome and sexy!”

“I heard he built a castle to live in our city, a castle…”

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Blaze Wychwood. It was that name again.

Her colleagues were watching the news.

On the TV screen, Blaze was coming out of a building. Bodyguards surrounded him, blocking all the reporters. Blaze walked expressionlessly into a limited edition car.

Before getting into the car, Blaze suddenly glanced at the camera. His gaze was deep, as if it could see through everything…

That gaze, it was just like the one he had in her dream when he pushed her down.

In the dream, he was fierce, as if he wanted to tear her apart alive and devour her on the spot.

His scorching skin pressed against hers, hot kisses landed on every inch of her face. His hoarse voice echoed in her ears, “This is what we call negative distance between a man and a woman. Do you understand?”

As he said this, he was breathing heavily. Their lower bodies were tightly pressed together, his hard cock continuously thrusting in and out of her, and he even used his hands to press down on her shoulders, pushing himself deeper inside… The intense pleasure almost made her scream…

Recalling the details of the dream, Harper’s face immediately flushed, her heartbeat almost jumping out of her throat.

She dared not look again, quickly returning to her seat. Her face was red… She took a few deep breaths and casually started drawing on a piece of paper… Her mind was in a mess, and she had no idea what she was drawing.

‘No, I couldn’t go on like this. How lonely must a woman be to have such vivid dreams about a man who only existed in the news… This was not a good sign. I needed to date. But where could I find a man to date in such a short time? Oh right, blind dates! I could go on blind dates, that way I could get rid of the ridiculous dreams brought on by loneliness.’

After that, Harper went on blind dates for a whole week, meeting at least two men every day.

That day, Harper was so exhausted that she decided to go to a sauna to relax.

In the sauna’s bathhouse, after taking a shower, Harper had just changed into a short-sleeved sauna suit when she heard sharp shouts-

“Hey, are you kidding? This is the women’s bathhouse!”

“How could the staff of the sauna let you into the women’s bathhouse?”

Harper poked her head out in surprise, and what she saw shocked her to the core.

A dozen or so men, wearing suits and sunglasses, barged into the steamy women’s bathhouse. This sent the women who were showering in the bathhouse into a frenzy, screaming and scrambling to cover themselves with towels.