Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Sitting in the gynecologist’s office, Harper admitted she felt awkward and uncomfortable. She never imagined she’d be getting a gynecological exam for such a ridiculous reason.

Harper tightly gripped her clothes, but forced herself to speak calmly, “Doctor, I’d like to check if I’ve ever been pregnant.”

The attending doctor, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, adjusted his glasses and looked at her with surprise. “Huh? What did you say?”

Harper clenched her clothes tighter and thought for a moment, then spun a “reasonable” lie, “Well, doctor, it’s like this. My fiance and I are about to get married, but he heard rumors that I had a child before and he’s been treating me differently ever since, even humiliating me. So I want to get a certificate proving that I’ve never been pregnant…”

Upon hearing this, the doctor looked at her sympathetically. “Oh… I see…”

“What kind of examination do I need?” Harper asked.

“I’ve been in this profession for over twenty years. Let me take a look,” the doctor sighed and stood up, pointing to a closed door, “Come with me.”

Harper followed him into a more spacious room.

In the center of the room was an examination bed.

“Lie down and take off your pants,” the doctor said as he put on gloves.

Harper froze at his words, feeling a sense of indescribable shame washing over her entire body. “C-Can’t you use a different method for the examination?”

This method of examination was too embarrassing.

“This is the quickest way,” the doctor said, urging her, “Hurry up and lie down, other patients are waiting.”

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‘It’s okay, just treat it as a regular check-up. It’s nothing. After doing this, I could prove her innocence.’ Harper took a deep breath and then slowly, step by step, made her way to the bed. She began unbuttoning her pants, each movement requiring all her strength.

“Bang!”

The sudden sound of the door being slammed startled Harper.

“Harper, get your ass out here. Are you fucking daring to undergo this kind of examination?” Blaze’s hysterical voice echoed from outside.

The next moment, the tightly closed door was violently kicked open.

Blaze, with a furious expression on his face, stood in the doorway, glaring fiercely in her direction. He was dressed in a white patient’s gown, but far from looking like a patient.

“You…”

Immediately, Blaze strode in, his slender hands forcefully buttoning up the buttons on her pants, exerting so much force it felt like he might break her waist.

“You hurt me,” Harper frowned.

“Who gave you the nerve to undergo this kind of examination?” Blaze stood in front of her, his voice dripping with malice.

“I need evidence…” she replied.

“Huh!” Blaze chuckled angrily, pointing to the doctor beside him. “Your so-called evidence is letting this old pervert look at your… your… that place?”

Before Harper could say anything, the doctor beside her adjusted his glasses and said, “I’m a doctor, sir. Please respect my profession. And are you her fiance? You’re so suspicious…”

Blaze shot him a fierce glare.

The doctor finally recognized Blaze and immediately bowed, “Mr… Mr. Wychwood, it’s you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” With that, the doctor hurriedly left the room.

Blaze looked at Harper with anger evident in his handsome face. “You wanted to strip naked and let an old man look at your body?”

Seeing him on the verge of exploding, Harper, knowing he was a volatile paranoid, said, “In the eyes of a doctor, there’s no gender.”

“But he’s still a man!”

“Okay, then I’ll find a woman.”

“But she could be a lesbian!”

“… How unlikely.”

“How unlikely?!”

“Fine, then I’ll ask the hospital to use a different examination method.”

“You still want to be examined? I’ve already checked you inside and out!”

Blaze stared at her with displeasure, “Harper, do you really want to strip naked and for all to see?” His tone was mocking.

Sitting on the bed, Harper raised her hand and slapped him hard.

“Did you think I wanted to undergo this examination voluntarily? It was so embarrassing, so humiliating…”

“…” Blaze’s face turned slightly away from the force of the slap, his entire body frozen in place. His deep-set eyes were filled with disbelief.

Harper slowly lowered her hand, her eyes welling up with tears. From the moment she entered the hospital, enduring Fiona’s mockery, enduring the long wait for the gynecological examination, and facing the prospect of undressing for the examination, she felt like a taut string, and Blaze had just snapped it.

“Mr. Wychwood, have some decency!” Harper glared at him, “Do you think I wanted to undergo this kind of examination? If you hadn’t been biting at me like a rabid dog, would I be here? It was you insisting on me revealing a non-existent child. It was you forcibly taking me. And it was you accusing me of being a liar. What had I done wrong?”

“Who’s the rabid dog here? How dare you hit me…” Blaze yelled, his voice abruptly cutting off. This time, it wasn’t because of the slap, but because of her eyes. Harper sit there, frail and pale. Her eyes were terrifyingly red, tears swirling in her eye sockets.

A complex feeling washed over Blaze.

Harper blinked back her tears. “All of you judge me based on your own perceptions. How many of you truly understand me? You all just want to bully me.”

Fiona called her malicious, so she must be malicious? Logan hated her persistence, but did he know that it was he who wanted her by his side?

Blaze was even more unreasonable, arbitrarily claiming she had a child. He was so sure, yet he wouldn’t let her check…

Her voice trembled, sounding as if she were a young child, unfairly treated.

Blaze stared at her, puzzled. Why was she so aggrieved? He had just raised his voice a bit, hadn’t he?

‘All? How many?’ Blaze furrowed. His palm gently caressing her face. Her face seemed so small, so soft, stirring something within him.

Harper turned her head away. “Mr. Wychwood…”

Blaze continued to stare at her in silence, his handsome face marked with a few visible fingerprints.

Harper pushed him away and attempted to leave. But Blaze grabbed her waist with his long arms, effortlessly tossing her back onto the narrow bed. He lowered his head and kissed her lips forcefully, his kiss intense and passionate.

“Mmm…”

‘What was he doing now?’ Harper tried to push him away, but he easily restrained her with one hand.

“Harper, don’t be upset. I won’t bully you anymore,” Blaze’s voice became husky, sexy, and domineering.

His kisses came crashing down on her relentlessly, almost suffocating her. Blaze grabbed her wrist, pressing her soft hand against his chest as if it could prove something.

Her hand was so soft, so comfortable…

Blaze’s kisses grew more intense, licking her every fingers…

“Mmm… Uh…”

With one hand, he pulled open her neckline and unclasped her bra. Her full breasts bounced out, and his hand squeezed and kneaded them forcefully. His mouth eagerly latched onto her nipple, sucking hard. A tingling sensation washed over Harper, and she involuntarily moaned, “Uh…”

His other hand trailed down her body, undoing her pants button, pulling down her trousers, and then roughly tearing off her panties. His warm palm caressed her groin, starting to rub it. Along the gap, back and forth, occasionally teasing the entrance with his fingernails…

“Ah…”

“Do you want me?”

“Ah…” Harper felt strange, she was unexpectedly eager for this moment, craving the pleasure, the feeling of being needed, craving him. What was happening to her?

Without waiting for an answer, Blaze plunged two fingers inside her…

“Ah…”

“You want me… You are wet…”

Blaze stopped asking and thrust in forcefully, no longer gentle, just eagerness.

Harper cried out in pain. This eagerness made her feel that she was needed… She realized she wasn’t alone after all, even though Blaze was mentally unstable… Harper slowly closed her eyes, letting him do as he pleased…

After a long time had passed, Harper was carried away by Blaze, attracting countless curious glances.

“Bang.”

Back in his private room, Blaze laid Harper on the large bed. Blaze stood at the foot of the bed, staring at her. She sat there, her long hair disheveled. Her eyes were downcast, still red.

The sight inexplicably drew his gaze.

He turned his back to her, slowly reaching out to press his hand against his chest. There was a strange restlessness stirring within him. For the first time, he felt this way about a woman.

“Shit!” Blaze muttered, kicking the nearby sofa.

Harper sat on the bed. Hearing the noise, her damp eyelashes trembled.

Blaze suddenly turned around. “Be my woman!” He spoke not as a question but as a command, standing there like a ruler looking down on the world.

“…”

“Did you hear me?” Blaze’s anger flared, kicking the bedpost furiously when she remained silent.