Chapter 3Tamed by the CEO: From Enemies to Lovers

The man in the conference room who overheard the two girls laughing now had a completely dark expression.

His face was tense, his eyes cold as ice.

Seeing the red exclamation mark in the chat box, a burst of anger rose within him.

The man trembled slightly with rage, veins visible on his hands.

Everyone in our social circle knew I had broken up with that rich boyfriend of mine.

Because I said he couldn't last long enough to satisfy me.

The video call hadn't even ended when a red Maybach came speeding up and stopped downstairs.

Ethan effortlessly threw me over his shoulder and took me back to his villa.

Leaving Zoe shocked in place.

The man threw me heavily onto the bed and pressed down on top of me.

"You blocked me? Who taught you that?"

I pushed him away forcefully, closing my eyes with a stubborn expression.

"Ethan, have some shame. You're my..."

Before I could say "family friend", he sealed my lips with a kiss.

His deep eyes made no effort to hide his burning desire.

"Aria, I threw that thing away."

Implying he didn't care about Olivia at all, nor her gift.

I glared at him coldly: "That has nothing to do with me."

He was very annoyed. Why did I insist on breaking up with him? And refuse to listen to his explanations.

As we argued and tussled, he bumped into me.

When we got up again, I was somehow wearing Ethan's clothes.

Looking closer, they weren't his at all! Ethan and I had switched souls!

Compared to my shock, Ethan was much calmer.

He looked me up and down, commenting lazily: "So this is how handsome I am."

Then he looked down at his chest with disgust, shaking his head: "Too small."

I gritted my teeth: "What do we do now?"

Ethan, wearing my face, looked at me with pure innocence.

"I guess we'll just have to play each other's roles."

I gave in, but worried Ethan might do something inappropriate.

I warned him in a low voice: "We'll check in with each other every night about what happened that day. Don't you dare..."

He interrupted me, using my voice to whine: "Aria, you're so cruel. You actually don't want me anymore."

Then he thrust his hips forcefully, as if punishing me.

A wild and familiar sensation washed over me.

Until after two rounds when I begged him to stop between gasps.

That night, Ethan pinned me against the bed and whispered in my ear with a low chuckle.

"Aria, is that all you've got?"

"Didn't you want to test if I was good enough? Still dare to spread rumors about me not lasting long?"

I placated him weakly, completely exhausted.

"You last long, you last long. Just give me a break."

Ethan had gotten a taste and was even more unsatisfied that we'd only slept chastely before.

For the next month, he entangled me almost every night.

He asked what our relationship was now.

"Friends with benefits? Sugar daddy and sugar baby? Surely not actually family friends!"

He just smiled faintly, tilting my chin up to ask: "What does Aria want us to be?"

"I..."

His long, soft kiss overwhelmed me, leaving me dizzy.

His gaze intense, he looked at me firmly: "Aria, don't worry. I'll handle things with Olivia, okay? Leave it to me."

Ethan was in the shower, his phone buzzing on the nightstand.

The noise was giving me a headache, so I grabbed it.

But I saw a group chat message from Olivia Young pop up.

The group was her friends, with Ethan in it too.

[It's my birthday this weekend, Ethan. You're coming, right?]

As I scrolled up, my hand trembled uncontrollably.

Until I saw:

[Mr. Xavier has finally waited for Olivia to return. His patience paid off.]

[I always thought they were perfect for each other, a golden couple.]

[Don't say that, you'll make Ethan blush.]

[Besides, I heard Ethan might have a girlfriend now.]

Olivia sent two coy messages:

[That must just be Mr. Xavier playing around. Olivia, don't take it seriously.]

[I'm so envious of you, Olivia. I heard Mr. Xavier even got drunk the night he picked you up from the airport.]

[Of course, our Mr. Xavier is so devoted. How lucky!]

Ethan hadn't said a single word the entire time.

The group chat was bustling with excitement, but I felt like I'd fallen into an ice pit.

The next day I was in low spirits, listless and dejected.

Catching sight of my state, Ethan tilted his head, half-jokingly:

"Is being with me such a mental burden?"