Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Harper looked at Marcia. She knew Blaze was helping her, helping her regain the last bit of dignity in front of her foster mother.

“Blaze, let’s go,” she said.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Alright!” Blaze agreed readily, grabbing her hand and leading her out.

Suddenly, he stopped and said, “By the way, after the documents are finalized by the court, send a copy to the office of the CEO of N. E Group, addressed to Blaze. Thanks.”

With that, Blaze dragged Harper out of the coffee shop.

Marcia sat there, stunned, watching them leave.

As Blaze dragged Harper back into the car, she kept her head down, silent.

“Can you have a little dignity? Don’t let yourself be upset over someone like her,” Blaze said, frowning as he sat beside her.

“I once read a sentence in a book,” Harper’s voice suddenly echoed in the car.

“What?”

“That sentence said, ‘Why do people need a home? Because no matter how far you go, how good or how hard it gets, when you turn back, there’s always a solid support waiting for you to rest.’ … I don’t have a home anymore,” Harper said, slowly lifting her head, looking at Blaze, suddenly smiling, “I don’t have a home anymore.”

She calmly stated a fact. From now on, she really had no home.

Harper wasn’t crying, she was smiling.

Blaze stared at her, feeling as if something heavy was pressing on his chest.

“In the future, I, Blaze, will be your home!” Blaze growled.

Hearing this, Harper looked at him in shock. What was he saying?

Suddenly, Blaze lunged at her, pinning her against a corner of the car. His voice was sexy yet firm, “From now on, I’ll be your support. Whoever you clash with, I’ll take care of it for you!”

“Blaze…” Harper couldn’t believe Blaze would say such things. This man, whom she had been avoiding at all costs, was saying these things.

Blaze looked deeply into her eyes. “Listen to me. They don’t want you, but I, Blaze, want you! Whoever messes with you, even if you want to kill them, I’ll clean up the mess for you.”

Harper stared at him in disbelief. Every domineering word he uttered seemed strangely appealing to her. What was happening to her?

The next moment, Blaze sealed her lips with his own, kissing her fiercely.

He parted her lips, and Harper slightly opened hers, allowing him to kiss her.

For some reason, she didn’t feel repulsed by Blaze’s kis. Instead, she felt like something missing inside her was being filled.

No one wanted her. But he told her he did. Harper’s long lashes trembled as she let him kiss her, letting him pry open her own lips.

He pressed her against a corner of the car, his breath getting heavier, his body tensing up.

She felt his little brother erected, feeling ashamed.

“Drive! Let’s go home!” Blaze left her lips and shouted at the driver.

Harper looked at his eager expression, her face heating up. She thought, ‘He just said, go home… go home.’ She couldn’t help but look at Blaze’s handsome and perfect profile. Today, he once again stood up for her.

Blaze suddenly turned to her, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Harper lowered her head, but her chin was quickly lifted by him. He forced his face close to hers, his eyes sharp, showing a posture of not giving up until he got an answer, “Speak, what are you looking at?”

Harper had to say softly, “I never thought, at this moment, it would be you by my side.”

When she was alone, helpless, and abandoned, the person by her side turned out to be Blaze, this despicable and domineering fanatic.

At her words, Blaze smirked, his eyes full of triumph. “Are you moved?”

The driver was right. As long as you treat a woman well, you can make her willingly stay by your side. He knew what to do from now on.

“Just a little,” Harper admitted that having someone by her side at this moment did make her feel less miserable.

“Just a little?” Blaze frowned.

Harper didn’t say anything, pushing away his hand that was lifting her chin and turning her head to look at the scenery retreating outside the window.

Back at Sky Harbor, as soon as they got out of the car, Blaze eagerly picked her up and carried her into the elevator. Having had an experience of almost being watched by surveillance security, Blaze didn’t do anything to her in the elevator.

But as soon as they exited the elevator, Blaze put her down, pressing her against the wall, kissing her while walking towards the house, the two of them entangled together.

From the moment they entered the room, clothes scattered everywhere.

Harper was held in Blaze’s arms, completely under his control.

His kisses kept raining down on her.

His hands were scorching, burning every inch of her skin.

In the air, only the sound of their lips and tongues intertwining could be heard.

Blaze used one hand to knead her full breasts vigorously. The other hand tightly gripped her waist, pressing her tightly against his body…

He parted her legs. His long fingers slipped down to her wet entrance between the thighs, and with a little force, he slid inside.

“Ah… Mm…” She tilted her neck slightly, unable to control the soft moans escaping her lips.

With each movement, he stimulated her senses. She leaned against him like soft clay, her eyes already moist, “Blaze, it hurts so much…” She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

The moment she wrapped her legs around his waist, he sucked in a sharp breath.

His kisses trailed down her neck. When he reached her chest, he delicately nibbled on her enticing pink nipples. Then he buried his face between her twin peaks, his tongue sliding back and forth between the soft crevices. He eagerly sucked on the tender nipples again and again until they hardened.

Harper couldn’t stop trembling, sweet moans escaping uncontrollably from her lips.

“Ah…”

Then, he suddenly sat up while holding her. He lifted her pert buttocks and positioned his erect cock at her already wet entrance, then forcefully pushed her down.

“Ah-” Suddenly penetrated deeply again, Harper couldn’t help but scream out. After the sultry sound escaped her lips, she felt extremely embarrassed. She wrapped her hands around his neck, letting him hold her as they moved up and down together. The place where they joined occasionally made embarrassing slapping sounds…

…

After the wild night, Harper had already fallen asleep.

Blaze pulled back the covers and got up, heading to the bathroom for a shower. He changed into a robe and walked out.

Dylan was alone in the living room, tinkering with a vase of flowers. “Master.”

“Get me a file on Harper’s family relationships. I want information on everyone in The Shaw Family,” Blaze said as he sat down on the sofa.

“The Shaw Family?” Dylan paused, then nodded. “Yes, Master.”

Blaze propped up one leg and looked at the flowers Dylan was arranging. “When you investigated Harper, did you find out that her relationship with The Shaw Family was not good?”

He hadn’t paid much attention to Harper’s family relationships before. If he hadn’t seen it today, he wouldn’t have known that Harper had reached the point of being expelled by her foster parents.

Dylan was trimming the flowers with scissors. After a few seconds of thought, he replied slowly, “Miss Shaw is the foster daughter. She had good grades as a child, but she was always overshadowed by her sister, and her life didn’t turn out as well as her sister’s. The psychologist even analyzed at the time that Miss Shaw was so reckless as to drug you because of her long-term inferiority complex. But now, it seems that Miss Shaw is not such a person.”

“Dylan,” Blaze leaned back, speaking indifferently.

Dylan looked at him.

“I want you to establish a department to suppress everyone related to The Shaw Family. Anyone close to The Shaw Family, whether by blood or by association, should be suppressed,” Blaze ordered, uttering the most ruthless command. “Especially Harper’s sister. I heard she’s a celebrity. I want her to fail in the entertainment industry!”

Upon hearing this command, Dylan looked at Blaze somewhat surprised, “I understand, Master.”

Blaze sat elegantly, staring at the flower branch that Dylan had cut, and suddenly asked, “Why did you cut this one?”

Dylan followed his gaze and touched the vibrant flower in the vase. “Because it was obstructing this one from blooming. Look at how beautiful this one is when it’s in full bloom.”

Blaze gave him a dark look, then suddenly stood up from the sofa, leaned forward, and his slender hand directly threw the flower from the vase onto the ground. He picked up the one Dylan had cut and inserted it into the vase, “I want this one that nobody appreciates to bloom in the most dazzling place!”

With that, Blaze turned and left, saying as he walked away, “There’s no need to let Harper know about this for now.”

“Yes, Master.”

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