The love of a Mr. CEO

Amelia’s pov.

The rest of the day was spent with Ivan trying his very best to keep my mind off of my quite dysfunctional family. Currently, we were walking down the busy streets of New York as I munched silently on a pretzel Ivan had bought me at a random stand.

Although I appreciated his efforts, I couldn’t escape the curiosity and hurt I felt with how quickly my life had fallen apart. First with Ivan then my family, I felt as if the world was punishing me for some horrendous sin I had committed unknowingly.

Even though Ivan and I weren’t together currently, I relished in the fact that he was there for me when all I wanted to do was wallow away in self pity.

“Are you listening to me Amelia?” Ivan questioned as we strolled down a random park that we had stumbled upon as we were talking.

“Of course I was” I replied pretending to have been listening intently to whatever he was talking about.

“So you agree that we should push aside our problems and elope to some random country” Ivan asked with such seriousness that I was confused on whether he was joking or not.

“Um, I guess that’s one way to deal with our problems” I shrugged truly hoping that he was joking even though running away from my problems didn’t seem all that bad at the moment.

Seconds later Ivan lets out a throaty laugh that made my insides flutter in happiness but my cheeks heat up with embarrassment at my stupid remark.

“You have yet to fail me with your randomness mia cara” Ivan says causing my cheeks to heat up even further which I tried to hide behind my pretzel. For a second I was able to let go of my baggage and just feel content being in the presence of the one person who meant the world to me.

All to soon it began to get dark which meant our day was coming to an end. In a way I was relieved because of the amount of tears I cried and all the new problems that arose all from visiting my father.

“Do you want me to drop you off at your house or do you wanna sleep over at mine?” Ivan asked, his expression showing his hopefulness that I would sleep over.

“I don’t think I’d be able to cope if I were alone tonight” I answered truthfully knowing I would remain restless unless my mind was preoccupied. His lips turned upward in a grin at my answer which made me smile shyly in return.

“Give me a second to call my chauffeur mia cara” he explained giving me a kiss on the forehead before walking further up the block for privacy.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

As I waited, I took in my surroundings when all of a sudden a hooded figure bumped into me, sending me tumbling back. He reached out and steadied me before leaning in towards my ear and whispering something that made my heart quicken.

“You’re father will be expecting you to meet him at his office tomorrow morning alone, unless you’d like for their to be consequences.” His baritone voice carried through the wind as he spoke.

The whole exchange happened so quickly I was sure Ivan hadn’t noticed. Before I could respond, the figure was already walking down the block into the dark night.

I wasn’t sure if I should tell Ivan what had happened because I didn’t want to burden him with even more of my problems. On top of this, I didn’t think my father would harm me so long as I followed his directions.

“The car will be around in a couple minutes” Ivan informed me and I nodded still shaken from the encounter. Ivan looks at me curiously and I shrug it off and tell him it was fine.

The car ride to Ivan house was eerily quiet, both of us having too much on our minds to converse. I hadn’t noticed we had arrived to Ivan’s house until he shook me from my thoughts. Jolting in surprise, I followed Ivan out of his car and towards his house.

When we entered, I quietly took off my shoes and plopped face down onto the couch. I know it might’ve seemed childish but I screamed into the pillow like they did in the movies and found it relieved some anxiety. Finally sitting up, I turned to Ivan and noticed a slightly amused expression as he took in what I had just done.

“Mind explaining what that was” he asked taking a seat beside me. I took this as a chance to place my legs across his lap which he welcomed by rubbing them.

“I never understood why characters in the movies screamed into pillows until now. Turns out, screaming at the top of your lungs really eases your emotions” I explained as I enjoyed his company.

“Well its also a great way to get people to assume you’re insane” he joked and I rolled my eyes.

“I prefer the term mentally creative” I admitted causing Ivan to burst into fits of laughter. I joined him moments later and we laughed and laughed until our stomachs ached. I knew for a fact that I looked like a total mess, but in that moment it didn’t matter.

We sobered up a few moments later and just stared at each other no doubt both of us looking crazy. Ivan continued to stare at me and I subconsciously fixed my appearance suddenly feeling insecure. He grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him before giving me a quick peck.

“It amazes me how even though your whole life is falling apart, you still manage to remain optimistic, it’s probably my favorite quality about you other than your obvious beauty” Ivan admitted seriously which resulted in my heart swelling in appreciation. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into me, needing the reassurance I got from being in his embrace.

Our lips fought passionately as we stripped each other bare, relishing the feeling we gave each other. Ivan pulled away momentarily to pull out protection from his pants pocket causing me to giggle cheekily. He captured my lips into his once more and kissed me as if I’d disappear any minute.

Once we finished, we laid beside each other, attempting to catch our breathes as we replayed our intimate encounter. All too soon, my stomach growled embarrassingly loud as I remembered I hadn’t eaten much today because of all the drama. I felt Ivan’s chest rumble as I tried to hide my intense blush into his chest.

“We better get you some food before the monster inside here eats you whole” Ivan teased getting up to grab his pants that ended up on the coffee table. Ignoring his comment, I remained in the same position, admiring Ivan’s back muscles as he walked to the kitchen.

Somehow I ended up dozing off on the couch while Ivan was cooking and woke up to the entire house smelling like heaven. Sitting up abruptly, I grabbed the nearest article of clothing which happened to be Ivan’s button up and shrugged it on, clumsily buttoning the shirt.

I followed the scent of food and took a seat at the island as I impatiently waited for the food. Moments later, a plate of hot stir fry was placed in front of me and without a second thought I dug in.

I don’t know if it was because of how hungry I was or how great of a cook Ivan was, but I found myself moaning in satisfaction. I looked up to see Ivan watching me weirdly as his plate remained in front of him untouched.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if you’re only with me for my cooking” Ivan questioned, finally taking a bite out of his food.

“You’re not as dense as they say you are, although it did take you a second to figure that out” I responded, focusing my attention back to him now that my hunger has diminished.

“You should really hire a chef since you love food so much” he further teased.

“Wait, so you’re telling me you’re not my chef” I faked astonishment.

“I mean, how many chefs make love to you before cooking you a meal” he played along although there was some seriousness in his eyes.