Chapter 2Tamed by the CEO: From Enemies to Lovers

Hearing this, I immediately blushed.

I stepped forward to cover his mouth.

Even my mom didn't know that the day after she brought Ethan home, we slept together.

Just sleeping, he pretended to be drunk and hugged me to sleep first.

Who could resist Ethan's perfect body and brooding face?

Was this some kind of test for officials?

I went all in and stripped naked before crawling into his arms.

The next day, he insisted I had ruined his innocence and stubbornly wanted to be with me.

To avoid alarming my mom, I simply agreed to go along with it for now.

As I was thinking this, Ethan ignored the gossiping employees outside the window.

He cupped my chin and bit down hard on my neck.

"Ouch!" I pushed him away in pain. "Are you part dog?"

But his arm around my waist only tightened.

Ethan answered the phone, his thin lips parting.

"Tell him he doesn't need to come in tomorrow."

The HR person on the other end broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly trying to dissuade him.

"Mr. Xavier, if we only fire Mr. Lewis out of the two involved employees, we may have to pay double severance..."

The man looked at me thoughtfully, then said lazily:

"Are you telling me how to do my job?"

"I'm not here to be fair. I'm here to back her up."

The HR person hung up the phone, trembling in fear.

"I helped you get rid of him. How will you repay me?"

I couldn't even be bothered to glance at him, answering lightly:

"By breaking up. That's how I'll repay you."

Not getting the answer he wanted, Ethan lowered his eyes.

He knew he couldn't be too forceful with women, and he knew she was afraid of this kind of "hidden" relationship.

The night Mom brought Ethan home, he had gotten drunk over a long-lost crush.

I couldn't help but grumble to myself.

Why did rich heirs always need to have a first love?

This first love had even sent him a box of candy, which he treasured like some precious gift.

I decided then and there to stop fantasizing. I said I wouldn't be the one to break them up.

That day, his deep voice tinged with mockery lingered in my ears.

"Break what up? Don't overthink it. I only get hard for you."

Ethan took out a black credit card from the drawer with one hand. My eyes immediately lit up with dollar signs.

His seductive voice tempted me: "Still want to break up?"

"If we do, I'll go tell your parents you slept with me right now!"

I selectively forgot about the candy with Olivia Young's name on it at his house.

I pounced on that black credit card with a grin: "No breakup, no breakup. This is a voluntary gift, right?"

"Of course."

Zoe asked me why I didn't hold on tight to a perfect older guy like Ethan.

It wasn't just because he couldn't forget his first love Olivia Young, but more because we were from two different worlds.

Besides, he was now like family to me. If we got together, I didn't know how worried my parents would be.

One way or another, we had to break up eventually. It was best not to anger him now.

Otherwise, that madman Ethan would definitely tell my mom.

I proudly told Zoe, patting my chest:

"I'm giving up ownership rights, but enjoying usage rights."

So I dragged Zoe along to go on a shopping spree at the mall.

Patek Philippe watch, Chanel bags, haute couture jewelry. I even got Zoe the LV trio she'd been eyeing.

In total, I charged over 7 million to Ethan's card.

Back at Zoe's place, I sent Ethan a breakup text and then blocked him.

The next day, during the company's video call, I forgot to mute my mic.

"You mean Ethan?" I joked with a straight face.

"He looks like he wouldn't last five minutes in bed."

My best friend Zoe burst into laughter, and I continued my boasting:

"I never take men over 25 seriously anyway."