GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Kyle looked up.

“Come in!” he demanded with a disgusted expression.

“Permission, brother-in-law, can we talk?” entered a distressed Courney.

“Where is Rebeca? Why didn’t she announce you?” he shouted with a somber look.

“I saw her go into the bathroom. I hope you don’t mind me being here in your office,” she replied with a delicate tone.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, brother-in-law,” she approached his desk and sat in front of him.

“Since you’re here, just spit it out.”

“I wanted to tell you that my sister is not the good girl she makes everyone believe with her clothing.”

“Courney! If you’re here to speak ill of your sister, I ask you to leave my office. I’m busy.”

“Brother-in-law, don’t treat me like that. To show you I’m not lying, these photos were given to me by one of her lovers,” she handed him an envelope she had in her hand.

Kyle took the envelope with one hand, leaned back in his chair, took out the contents, and began to look at them one by one, while a fury was growing inside him.

“How did you get these photos?”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

As if crying, Courney let out.

“One of the guys in the photos proposed that I sleep with him. I told him, ‘No! I’m a decent girl!’ He laughed in my face and told me I’m a slut just like my sister. I yelled at him not to speak ill of her,” she paused to pretend she was wiping her face. “That’s when he gave me these photos. At first, I couldn’t believe it, but after thinking about it, I decided to show them to you. As her husband, you should know who your sister is, also to be aware that there are photos of her out there.”

“Thanks for the information, you can leave.”

“I hope you don’t take reprisals against my sister. I would feel guilty for being the cause of discord between you. I tell you this so you can see that not all of us are like her,” she said sadly.

“Okay! Leave!” he replied firmly, while looking at the photos of his wife with two guys in bed.

Courney left the office triumphantly. It had been a month since her sister got married, and she hadn’t heard any unfavorable news about her. On the contrary, an acquaintance told her that she had seen her very calm at the university. Courney decided to show the photos to her brother-in-law to get her sister thrown out like trash so she could get closer to him. As she walked towards the elevator, she whispered in a low voice without anyone hearing,

“If only you would give me a chance, brother-in-law, I would show you that I am more of a woman than my sister and that Catrina, how I hate her.”

Kyle couldn’t believe the audacity of that woman. The photos increased his suspicions about the lovers, thinking that his wife, who was cheating on him, made him furious, not because he loved her but out of pride.

He turned off the computer, grabbed his briefcase, and stormed out of the office at a fast pace.

Upon arriving home, he went to look for Emilia.

“Emilia, where is my wife?”

“My boy hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Okay.”

With arrogance, Kyle went to his office, headed to the small bar he had there, and poured himself a glass of neat whiskey. He was keeping an eye on the time and when his wife would arrive.

Lindsey was super excited because she had passed all her subjects with honors and would soon receive her fashion designer degree.

She arrived home as usual, went straight to her room excited, and headed into the shower.

Kyle didn’t feel her arrival; with eyes filled with rage, he couldn’t understand why that insignificant woman dared to deceive him. He took the last drop of whiskey left in the bottle and walked out of the office straight to his room.

As he was about to enter his room, he turned, took a few steps, and turned the doorknob abruptly just as Lindsey came out of the bathroom with only a towel.

Lindsey, upon hearing the door, thought it was Emilia. She came out, wrapping herself in a towel, and upon seeing Kyle standing at the door with a grim expression, her heart constricted. Nervousness took hold of her to such an extent that she was almost trembling. Gathering strength, she rushed to the table to grab her glasses, but he was faster, grabbing her by one hand and dragging her to the wall. Then, with his hand, he took both of her hands and placed them above her head, while the other hand positioned itself on her neck. For a few seconds, he was captivated by those beautiful gray-green eyes that matched her elongated eyelashes, framing her angelic face. Shaking his head from side to side, he exclaimed:

“Damn, how dare you mock me? You go out every week, including weekends, to meet your lovers.”

He removed his hand from her neck, put it in the pocket of his jacket, took out a notebook and a black card, and threw them on the bed.

“There’s your new bank account with a sum of money for your expenses and a credit card that you can use however you want. But you don’t leave the house unless it’s with Emilia.

Lindsey felt as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown at her. She couldn’t believe how cruel life could be-first her family, and now this man who despises her.

‘Here he is insulting me again, stealing my first kiss with a myriad of emotions. It was the most beautiful thing I had felt in a long time, and then he shows up treating me like the worst, she thought. She wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t allow herself to shed a single tear. She exhaled several times, feeling as if she were lacking air. Summoning courage from where she didn’t have it, she spoke out:

“Just because you’re my husband doesn’t give you the right to control me. Do you think I want your money? You’re wrong! You can’t forbid me from leaving this house.”

Kyle laughed and sarcastically spat out:

“Drop the good girl act; it doesn’t suit you. You should be more careful and not let them take pictures of you.”

“What are you saying? What men?”

Kyle reached into the other pocket of his jacket and shoved the photos in Lindsey’s face.

“Explain this to me.”

Stunned by what she saw, not knowing what those photos were or how they were taken-she hadn’t been with anyone-memories of the event day flashed in her mind. Stuttering, she whispered:

“I… I don’t know about those photos. Who gave them to you?”

“You’re a cynic. Are you going to tell me it’s not you?”

“I asked, who gave them to you?”

“Your sister! She’s being blackmailed because of your promiscuity.”

Lindsey couldn’t believe how low her sister had stooped to discredit her.