Katie

I couldn’t believe that the Hunter Maxwell thought I was beautiful. I, the simple Katie Simmons, who usually never gets noticed has grabbed the attention of the infamous CEO. Hunter has been my crush for a very long time, and I was in complete bliss when the Maxwell Industries hired me into their marketing department.

The first time I saw Hunter Maxwell was during a seminar back when I was in NYU. He was a speaker and I hung to every word he had to say about business. He was passionate about business as much as I am, and not to mention he’s the complete definition of Adonis. I couldn’t only say easy on the eyes because I just couldn’t get enough of him.

He had dark luscious brown hair that tumbled sexily across his forehead. A strong defined face almost as if he was sculpted by the Greek Gods. With amazing green eyes that pierces ones soul with each stare. His eyes held passion and a distant look with a hint of gentleness. I was in complete awe with the man standing on the stage. You can tell by his strong neck and broad shoulders that he had ripped body underneath his suit. And his plumped kissable lips made it hard to resist not to blurt out the word hot.

When he offered to buy me a drink and not to mention he touched my lips, I felt my heart falling and soaring all at the same time. He asked me questions as if he was truly interested in me. And I enjoyed talking to him. He seemed interested in every word I said. I even noticed the nasty glares I was given by the women around me but at the moment, I couldn’t give a damn.

I knew Hunter had a reputation of bedding women and dropping them after he sleeps with them. And as much as I want to say be different, I knew I was like every other girl for him. Even if he had the idea of bedding me tonight, I wouldn’t let myself. I’m a virgin and haven’t even had my first kiss so you know why I’m reluctant to even go to bed with a man who doesn’t want anything but sex.

It seemed as though fate had different ideas for me. I found myself stumbling into Hunter’s penthouse with a drunk Hunter. His strong arm was around my shoulders as I carried half of his weight all the way to his bed. He laughed as I groaned in relief and released him onto his bed.

Even in his drunken state, he thought I was still going to bed with him. He drank almost five glasses of scotch and God only knows how many more he had before we started talking.

“Pretty Katie, why don’t you come rest beside me? Maybe I’ll give you a massage,” he said as he patted the empty space on his bed and giving me a wink. I blushed at his words. It’s truly frustrating how I can still have feelings for such a man whore.

Even if he’s slurred and drunk he still looks breathtakingly handsome.

“Hunter…” “God! I love it when you say my name,” he moaned out, this only made me blush even more. It’s scary how he has such an effect on me.

“Hunter, I’m a virgin. And as much as I like you, I won’t sleep with you.” I slowly told him but it’s as if he didn’t hear me because he was laughing. I hoped that he wouldn’t remember any of this.

I sighed to myself and started taking off his shoes. I then loosened his neck-tie and got his jacket off to make him more comfortable while he sleeps. And as I sat on his soft bed, as creepy as it sounds, I stared lovingly at his face. My heart was bursting with flutters just being this near to him. It only seems like a dream, I would wake up tomorrow and Hunter wouldn’t even know I exist.

My eyes then drifted around his penthouse. Black, white, and silver were the main colors of his home. It looked modern and expensive, and as much as it looked amazing, it didn’t have the homey vibe that every house should have. My eyes then drifted back to the man on the bed who was sound asleep.

How did I ever get this lucky to be near such a handsome man?

I bit my lower lip and gave out a girly squeal as I realized I was in his penthouse. Suddenly a groaning noise came from Hunter as his face was scrunched up into a frown and he started squirming on the bed. My whole face paled as he unconsciously took off his belt along with his pants. Revealing his black boxers. I quickly averted my gaze trying not to stare at what could lie between his strong legs.

I’ve never been on a man’s bed before nor have I ever been on a bed with a half-naked man. Only one thing was left to take off of him, his shirt. My hands trembled as I started unbuttoning his white shirt. My hands were slow but the simple gesture seemed extremely erotic to me.

Since when did I ever have the guts to do such a thing?

I mean I practically change my younger siblings to their pajamas while they’re sleeping. But to change a grown man? And not mention, my ultimate crush. I was torn between feeling euphoria or complete embarrassment.

Once I unbuttoned all of his buttons and parted the way of his shirt revealing his chest and stomach I couldn’t help but widening my eyes. I felt nauseous but I couldn’t remove my eyes from his strong built body. His six-pack only made me want to faint exaggeratingly.

I fanned myself with my hand as I felt myself getting hot by just staring at him. I couldn’t remove his arms from his sleeves since he was too heavy and I was just a small weakling. But I could put up a fight if needed to.

Knowing how hangovers are like, I decided to make him some soup when he wakes up. I might overstep the line by touching his kitchen but even though he ended up drunk, I still had a great time with him. I wanted to repay him.

I made him some chicken noodle soup from scratch. I also made him a berry shake filled with banana, berries, and a hint of cinnamon. I was good in making shakes for all sorts of feelings and needs in life. I put the soup in a bowl, the shake in the fridge, and took two aspirins from my bag and left them on the table. I wrote a letter for him.

Hunter. Thanks for the great time! I’ve made some soup and a berry shake is in the fridge. Here are some aspirins for your hangover. Hope you get well! –Katie

With one look at a sleeping Hunter, I left his penthouse.