Mr. CEO's Thief Lover

Reyan Santana's POV

The party in the banquet hall of Graysen Corporation was at its peak. Large and luminous chandeliers on the ceiling of the room, created a festive ambience. Men and women dressed elegantly in suits and over-priced dresses, made me feel like I didn’t belong here.

I sipped the contents of the flute in my hand, scanning the dance floor for my victim. I smiled when I spotted a man walking up the stairs. Quickly downing my drink, I followed behind him.

My name is Reyan Santana. I am a slender girl in my mid-twenties with dark brown beach wavy hair accentuated with gold highlights. I was dressed in a backless sparkle next-to-body black sequined halter V-neck with palettes of silvers that shone under the chandelier. My eyes, which are of a sapphire color were covered in a light shade of mascara and a nude shade of lipstick covered my full pouty lips.

The make-up I had on barely hid the dapples on my face, which is something I wanted. I learned it came in handy for swindling. No, I wasn’t a swindler by profession. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

As my target finished the last of the steep stairs and negotiated a bend, I fasted my steps in hope not to lose sight of him.

Sadly, I did. As I walked through the quiet hallway of what seems to lead to the restroom, I occasionally tilted my head whenever I walked past a door that was slightly ajar.

“Looking for me?” A voice as cold as winter, yet utterly sultry called out, making me gasp. With my heart thudding in my chest, I slowly turned, then sucked in a breath at the man who leaned elegantly against the wall.

“You caught me,” I smiled and began to approach him. I had no idea where the boost of confidence came from, but it was highly appreciated.

As I stood close to him, it felt like every source of oxygen had been disconnected from my body. He was, well, different from every man I have ever come across. His piercing green eyes had to be his most striking traits. They were like two radiant gems, holding a captivating power to ensnare hearts. Above those eyes, his eyebrows commanded attention. Thick and perfectly shaped, framing his gaze like a work of art. His sharp cheekbones added elegance to his traits. His hair in perfect harmony with his eyes, flowed in a tapered, wavy fashion which each strand seemingly having a life of its own.

This man was beyond reasonable doubt, cast from another race.

“Well then, I must be a lucky man,” his voice tore me off daydream. My gaze landed on those electric eyes that swept me off my feet, sending a delicious surge throughout my spine. Before I could comprehend what was happening, big hands snarl around my thin waist, crashing my body against a stoned chest. My legs weakened. My breath hitched.

“There, you look better in my arms,” he commented and without further ado, his lips slammed against mind, taking me by surprise. It wasn’t long before I fully relaxed in the kiss. And when I did, our breaths mingled, warm and rhythmic as our lips fiercely brushed against each other.

My hands trembled with vulnerability as it travelled to his tapered hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling him further into me – if that was even remotely possible. Our mouths melded together, tongues entwining in a dance of fervour, making me forget why I’d followed him in the first place.

Slowly, my hands left his hair and travelled to his butt. I gently squeezed and he let out a fervent moan, pulling me closer into him. As his hand roamed with urgency, exploring the contours of my body, I, carefully as possible, dipped my hands into the pocket of his pants and pulled out his wallet and carefully secured it.

Then, he took my lips between his teeth and bit on it hard, intoxicating my senses with a heady scent of my arousal and ultimately turning my legs to jelly o.

“Mr Graysen,” a voice called out and against my silent plea, he pulled away from me. Passion burned me like an inferno as he stepped away from me and gently released it on my waist.

“Mr Graysen,” the voice called again and this time, the handsome devil tore his gaze from me.

I cleared my throat and hurriedly hid his wallet into my gold-sparkly clutch bag.

“You are needed at the banquet” the voice said. He walked away from me, taking a piece of my heart with him.

I, on the other hand, disappeared from the party before he could take note of his missing wallet.

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