Chasing The Broken CEO

I roamed around in his room and in all fairness Evan is a neat type of a guy. His room is too manly and clean. It smells like his familiar perfume, not to add that the ambiance has cozy vibe and giving me a breath of fresh air. The walls were painted white, with frames and expensive paintings hanging in there. I also noticed that the furnitures were all made of woodwork and antiques which gave comfort to my eyes. He has his own lounge area in here and there is also a huge bookshelf filled with so many books about business and finance. On the right side of the lounge area, there is work table with a piled up documents which I think he brought home for his review. In addition, there is a Macbook which is set up on it on the center of the table. I looked at the documents again. Does he really need to bring his work at home? Does he still rest? He is such a business-minded and workaholic person.

I walked through the path where Evan went earlier when he said he was going to take a shower and when I reached the other side of his room, I figured out that it is another space for his king sized bed which is located in the middle part, a glass window on the right side which will lead to his balcony, and I also saw the two doors on the other side which is probably for his walk in closet and bathroom.

I stepped forward and heard the dripping water from the bathroom. He is already taking a bath.

I walked towards the glass window and found myself enjoying the picturesque view in the balcony. The fresh air blew the curtains as well as my wavy hair. It feels really good to be in this kind of place where you could see the city view. It's a good place to unwind. I turned around and leaned my back to the railings, and then one thing caught my attention just when my eyes got fixated on the side table of Evan's bed.

There is a frame being displayed on the side table.

Out of curiosity, I went inside and walked towards the side table. It is a picture of Evan, and if my hunch is correct, the woman beside him was Irish Esquivel.

I looked away as this picture of them made me feel uncomfortable for some reason. After a few seconds, I looked at it again and decided to pick it up.

My eyes were fixated on the beautiful woman he was with. This woman is his first love... She is undeniably gorgeous. Her eyes looked very brave and I assumed that she's one of a kind, yet she was the same woman who broke Evan's heart. Now, I am wondering why he can't move on from his first love. This woman caused him pain and only broke his heart. Why does he keep this anyway?

Why does he hold on to their bittersweet memories, then? I don't quite get it...

But then, I do not even know a thing about his past. I don't know how it feels like to be so madly in love with someone. I don't know how it hurts to be separated from the one I love the most. The only thing I know is, if in the event that I fall in love with someone and get hurt, I won't let myself get drowned in sadness. If our love fails, then be it. I would try to my best to move on as that is the best thing to do.

To be able to move on, an individual must choose to live wisely than to a slave of his or her own feelings. It is not right to live with the past memories. It feels like you keep repeating the death inside you and would be more painful. Well, I can't really judge his feelings, though.

He's old and he knows what he is doing.

I sighed heavily.

How could I marry a man who is not capable of moving on from his failed past love? This is absurd! Even though it is only for the sake of our businesses, I find it wrong and unfair to me and him too. It will only make him live in sorrow. My eyes were still darted on Irish as I still hold the frame on my hand. I must admit that I can't help myself but to admire Evan's first love. She is too gorgeous and even with her genuine smile I could really feel that she's powerful and dominant just like Evan. I hate to say this but they looked good together.

However, Irish has found and love somebody else now.

I heard the bathroom door open. That made me panic. My heart almost flipped that I put the frame back to its place however, my clumsy side took over that I did not realize I placed it at the very edge of the side table which made it fall on the floor.

My heart jumped inside my chest when I heard the loud sound as the frame met the floor. My eyes widened and I could feel the dryness in my mouth. I looked at Evan who went out of the bathroom and I found his eyes darted on the side table where there is a missing object!

Oh, my goodness! I can't even breathe right now. I felt the fear inside my chest when I saw how his jaw clenched and his lips formed a thin line.

When he gazed at me, it felt like the death is already waving in front of me. Damn it!

"What are you doing?" his tone is totally annoyed that it made my knees go weak.

I swallowed the big lump in my throat- or my heart rather, as seriously, I could feel it in my throat, thumping while trying to escape because of the abrupt fear.

Still shaking in fear, I picked up the frame and put it back to the side table properly.

"I am sorry," I uttered and lowered my head, biting my lower lip.

"It is fine with me if you want to touch my things here. Just do not be clumsy, Risha." He said, still with an annoyed voice.

"I... I understand. Again, I apologize..." I only said, defeated.

I do not want to start a fight with him as I know I am the wrong one here. I agree with him that I'm clumsy and I accept that. He has the right to say those things to me because I touched the frame that has the picture of his first love and I know he treasures it the most.

I can't fight back as I understand that he's sensitive when it comes to his first love.

"I'll just get dressed for a moment," he said and then he finally turned around and went to his walk in closet to get some clothes.

I looked up and took a peek of what he was doing. Even his back seemed to be so perfect. It's well built and the muscles were much defined.

Honestly, he is truly a hunk. The towel wrapped around his waist was like a sinful object, hiding the best part of his body.

My face heated in shame. What am I thinking? I looked away and gasped for some air to breathe. After a few minutes, he went inside another room to get dressed.

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I pouted my lips. How many times do I have to feel so bothered with his overflowing hotness? Evan's brooding presence is way too powerful that it scares the shit out of me in so many ways.

Not to add that I just witnessed him with only a towel wrapped around his waist that made me feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

He's really making me feel a lot of emotions these days! I shook my head and stared back at the frame on his side table. One more look to Irish and then I inhaled heavily and decided to go back to his lounge.

I sat on the couch and waited for him patiently. After a few minutes, he went out and looked at me sharply. He looks very charming on his black V-neck shit and a white board short. He ran his fingers through his hair and glared at me with his forehead still creasing because of annoyance.

"I will ask our maid to prepare some food in here." He said.

I nodded slowly. I watched him walk towards the door and when he went out of the room, I heaved a sigh of relief.

What the hell just happened? My cheeks blushed immediately as the shame finally got into my head.

I licked my lips and made a face palm. I realized that he is too uptight and cannot be tamed so easily.

How am I supposed to live with a man who has that kind of behavior? How am I supposed to deal with him without any fear?

Damn it! I am just screwed!