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I WILL BE YOUR EYES MR. GRUMPY CEO

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Chapter 1 - One Night Stand

What if salvation came from the devil himself? A kill or be killed salvation!

It was a simple task, but it ended up turning into a disaster. Evangeline Lancaster had only one job given to her by the richest housewife in the whole of California: "Seduce my husband and drop the pills in his drink. I would give you two million dollars." Money that could help her further her college educationā€“how could she refuse?

She thought it was a seduction without sex, never even expecting the billionaire she was sent to would look her way. But the moment she walked into the club and sat on the lap of a man who looked like a human god, her world swayed. The morals she held as a lady went down the drain, and she ended up doing what she hadn't planned for.

Job more than well done, she took her money and left the country. Eight years later, her job as a nurse had brought her back to California, but this time she wasn't alone. She was back with beautiful twin children whose only prior motive was to buy a rich daddy for mummy.

Evangeline tried to find every reason to forget what she had done eight years ago, but her life became a tug of war when Lucas Wade, the man she had a one night stand with, collided with her again in the hospital. Now a blind man, he had surprisingly recognized her scent and accused her of being the cause of his blindness, insisting she must take responsibility.

"I wasn't aware of the things the pills could do, Mr. Wade."

"Since you caused this you would repay me, for the next six months you are mine Ms. Lancaster."

CHAPTER 1

'How could this kind of man cheat on his wife?' Evageline's head swayed with questions, trying her best not to get affected by his touch as he squeezed her backside like he was kneading dough making her head go even more fuzzy.

When she had seen him after she had walked into the club, the beautiful not too burly man in a black tuxedo, smoking a large pipe of tobacco, she has the urge to quit immediately, not until she remembered she had made a bargain and the root of all evil was involved.

"You smell so nice, and I am starving to have your pussy lips close around my cock, and when I cum, I want your mouth down on me again, milking every drop of my nectar." How could a handsome, promising billionaire married to such a pretty woman be this lewd? And now he was driving her crazy as she could feel him poking through her dress. She was straddling him, her dress hiked up to her lower thighs, her drowsy eyes connecting to his deep blue eyes, which hid something ferocious withinā€“something that could swallow her in a nanosecond.

"You look like a married manā€¦ I don't do married men." Eva tried standing up after she had successfully gotten the pills into his leftover drink, which sat on the table in the club.

Before she could leave, the drop-dead handsome man set his leg in the way, causing her to fall back into his arms, a gasp leaving her lips. "You think you could just make me hard and go?"

Trying to play her game well this time, not to raise suspicion, she said, "You look too hot for someone like me, Iā€¦" Before she could complete her sentence, his lips were already on hers, pulling her into an abyss of lust. He caught her hair tightly in his fist, his palm gripping her hip bone with the aim to crush it, making her moan and wince at the same time. When she tried pulling away, he pushed her back onto his legs, biting her lips softly.

His hand on her hip left, moving to grab one of her mounds through the dress that barely covered her virtue. The desire burning from him seeped into her as she began kissing him back right in the club where humans like them were. "I want to spell the five letters of my name in your pussy with my cum." Her lips were swollen as they both tried to catch their breath when they pulled away.

"Ha... have your drink," Her job, worth two million dollars, was to seduce him and have him drink this, not fuck himā€¦ but he was doing things to her, things her boyfriend Connor hadn't made her feel when he kissed her. She feared her boobs would push out through her clothes with how heavy her chest felt. The urge to tweak her nipples was blinding; she needed to stop right now.

"Seems you love your guy smelling of whiskey just like that bitch of my ex-wife." He whispered something barely audible before he grabbed the bottle of whiskey on the table, bringing it close to his lips and downing it in one gulp. Evangeline's eyes shone brightly after that one victory. Now she could go home and get her money.

"Let's get started." He swept her into his arms, and a code red came flashing in her head. "Hey, I am not in any mood to do that." She tried the skill of seduction, giving feathery touches to his touch even when her face spoke otherwise. Seeing her seduction wasn't working, Eva went from a seductress to berserk, but he turned into a robot, taking her to a nearby room and throwing her on the bed. He climbed on top of her, connecting their lips again, this time wild. His hands roamed her skin wildly until she became a moaning mess.

"Ahh... yes." She had just cheated on her boyfriend, betrayed the woman who had given her this job, by loving the things her husband was doing to her. She didn't stop him; she prayed for a distraction, but nothing came, not even when they were in a sweet battle of lust, tearing each other's clothes like beasts. Crazy words tore from her distrustful lips, "I am sorry," she whispered solemnly in her mind to the people she had betrayed as he shook her world with his phallus.

MORNING

Evangeline woke up with a fright. "Oh my god, damn me." She thrashed hard on the bed, covering her face with the pillow she beat into submission. The sudden sound of a phone ringing blared in the room, and she looked at the floor to find her purse lying there, the man she had spent the night with long gone.

She checked the caller ID to find her one-day employer. "Yeā€¦ yes," she tried to calm her stuttering as she picked up the call.

"Job well done, Eva. The money has been paid into your account." From fear and regret, her body shook with intense joy, forcing herself to set the past aside.

"What I need you to do now is to get out of the country, or you won't end up spending that money in peace. Neither will you have it rotting in your bank account until you return from prison."

"Whā€¦ what?" Did she find out she had done something with her husband and want to send her to jail?

"The cops should be on their way, sweetheart. Now get your ass running before you're on the front page of the newspaper. Bye, sweetheart." Eva began panicking, not knowing what she meant, but all she knew was that she needed her head to make her dreams. She couldn't rot in jail for sleeping with somebody's husband "Never!"