Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Harper could clearly feel his arousal below. Her heart raced faster and her mind went blank…

She was lost in his passionate kiss…

Blaze laid her down on the bed, lifting her clothes, leaning down slightly, and taking her pink nipple into his mouth.

She gasped, her hands gripping his hair tightly…

…

After the long and passionate moment-

Harper put on the dress again and stood in front of the floor-length mirror. She looked at the kiss marks on her neck, “Should I cover them with a shawl?”

Blaze didn’t respond to her question.

Dylan walked in from outside, holding a black chiffon shawl, “Miss Shaw, Master has already picked out a shawl for you.”

Harper glanced at her bare shoulders, then at Blaze’s smug smile. She realized the kiss marks were intentional, just so she would wear the shawl. He was not only obsessive but also conservative…

A stretch Lincoln slowly drove on the highway.

Harper sat in the car with Blaze’s arm around her. He held one of her hands, playing with it, occasionally bringing it to his lips for a kiss or a nip.

Harper blushed, her fingers trembling involuntarily. She pulled her hand back, but Blaze grabbed it again, starting a new round of torment on her fingers.

“Master, we’ve arrived.”

Harper sighed in relief as she followed Blaze out of the car. The bodyguards were already waiting outside. She looked around and realized they were by the seaside again. A luxurious cruise ship was docked there, brightly lit and familiar.

“Serenity Sea?” Harper was shocked. Wasn’t this the cruise ship she had worked on three years ago?

Dylan explained, “Serenity Sea holds a banquet once every three years, inviting elite members of society and politicians. Master doesn’t attend every time.”

Harper looked at Blaze. If he didn’t attend every time, why did he come three years ago and now?

“Come with me!” Blaze held her hand and led her onto the cruise ship.

The host of the banquet, a blue-eyed blonde man, greeted Blaze warmly, “Mr. Wychwood, welcome aboard. Please come inside.”

“Is my room still available?” Blaze asked.

“Of course, your room is always reserved for you. Would you like to hand the key to my servants so they can clean it for you?”

Privacy on the Serenity Sea was strictly maintained. The room keys reserved for guests were unique, with no backups. Guests were free to send someone aboard to clean their rooms.

“No need, I’ll go check it out first,” Blaze refused immediately, pulling Harper along briskly. His large hand enveloped her small one, “Come on!” His tone betrayed a hint of delight.

Harper looked at him with confusion. He was walking fast, so she had to jog to keep up with him.

The Serenity Sea cruise ship. Three years ago, she had marveled at the grandeur of the ship. Back then, it felt like watching the Titanic.

Luxurious, magnificent, filled with nobility, politicians, and business elites. This was a gathering place for the elite of the elite.

Three years later, the cruise ship remained as splendid as ever. Women in exquisite dresses, gentlemen in suits and tuxedos mingled on the ship.

Blaze led Harper through the ship, riding a vintage elevator to the third floor, then stopping in front of a door.

Blaze looked at her. Harper looked around, utterly puzzled.

Seeing her confused expression, Blaze’s face darkened, “Are you pretending not to know anything?”

“Know what?” Harper looked at him blankly.

“You-” Blaze glared at Dylan, “Open the door!”

“Yes, Master.” Dylan followed closely, taking out a set of keys to open the door.

“Harper, take a good look. You seduced me here in the first place!” Blaze was somewhat displeased, “I’ve kept this room locked for three years.” He hadn’t expected to come back. But when he was invited by the organizers of the Serenity Sea, he suddenly felt revisiting the place wasn’t a bad idea. The anger from being drugged three years ago had long subsided.

As Dylan pushed open the door, Harper understood Blaze’s words, “You mean this is where you were drugged three years ago, where that woman drugged you?”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“That woman is you!”

Misunderstood for so long, Harper was indeed curious about what had happened three years ago. She looked at the door and then stepped inside.

The room was spacious, decorated in a vintage European style reminiscent of royal rooms from centuries past.

Blaze leaned lazily against the doorway, his gaze following her.

She looked around, her eyes filled with unfamiliarity, as if she were entering the room for the first time. Finally, her gaze settled on the bed.

Without a doubt, she was curious about whether-was this where he was drugged?

Blaze looked at her, his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

Seeing Blaze about to lose his temper, Dylan stepped forward hastily, addressing Harper, “Miss Shaw, haven’t you remembered anything?”

Harper shook her head at Dylan’s question, “I’ve never been here before.”

Three years ago, she had been a waitress here. She was only responsible for serving drinks, why would she enter a guest’s room? Especially the room of someone as important as Blaze.

“Stop pretending! ” Blaze’s voice was icy.

Sensing Blaze’s anger, Harper turned to Dylan, “Mr. Foster, could you and your men wait outside? I need to talk to Blaze alone.”

“Of course.” Dylan nodded, leading the guards to retreat to a distant corridor.

Blaze suppressed his rage, grabbing her slender arm and pulling her closer to him. He glared at her fiercely, “Fine. Then tell me, if it wasn’t you, who drugged me? Who bypassed my guards and sneaked into my room? Was it all just a dream?”

Her arm hurt from his grip.

“Actually, I no longer doubt the truth of what happened three years ago. But I want to tell you, even if there was someone who drugged you, it wasn’t me.”

“Huh…” Blaze looked at her coldly, “Are you questioning the results of my investigation?”

Harper looked into Blaze’s angry eyes seriously, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time.”

“Speak!” Blaze spat out the word.

“Three years ago, you must not have seen the face of that woman, right?” This was something she had wanted to ask for a long time. Later, she realized that it must have been because of the drugs, he was too dazed to see the woman’s face clearly, so he just assumed it was her.

“So what? My investigation pointed to you, so it’s you!” It was another symptom of his paranoia, stubborn to the core.

“Okay, then let’s talk about another piece of evidence.” Harper had to change tactics, feeling a bit embarrassed as she bit her lip, then continued, “Do you remember the first time you kidnapped me to Empire Castle, demanding that I hand over the baby?”

“I remember.”

“At that time, I was so dazed and confused, I didn’t remember anything,” Harper said, “But you should remember, that was my first time, Couldn’t you feel it?”

“You didn’t bleed, so you weren’t a virgin,” Blaze said coldly.

“Most modern girls don’t bleed their first time.” She looked at Blaze, with a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes as she asked, “Then… you must have felt it, right?” Asking such a question made her feel embarrassed, but if she missed this chance, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to ask him again.

“You’ve been with so many women, even if I didn’t bleed my first time, you must have felt something,” she continued.

After a long silence…

“I didn’t. My intuition tells me you’ve given birth to my child! You should give birth to my child!”

‘What a broken intuition. It’s just his paranoid personality disorder acting up again. He’s so stubborn, he believes only in himself, trusts no one! Thinks everything he thinks is right? He really needs treatment!’ Harper felt extremely speechless.

She didn’t want to anger him, “Let’s forget about this. Aren’t you here to attend the banquet tonight?”

“Harper!” Blaze looked at her, his face darkening.

“Huh?”

“Do you particularly want to leave me?” Blaze said, “From going to the hospital for a check-up, to contacting university classmates, asking Dylan, and now asking so many questions today, are you trying to distance yourself from me, huh?”

Blaze released his grip on her arm, lifting her chin with his hand. Harper was forced to look up at him. He stared at her coldly, enunciating each word, “You-better-not-think-about-it!”

His voice was chilling to the core.