Chapter 2 Accidentally Kissed

Jake wasn’t just Maurice’s best friend; he was also his ultimate wingman, always introducing him to the wealthiest women who caught his eye—usually for nothing more than a fleeting night of fun. As luck would have it, the stunning heiress Maurice had been eyeing just stepped into the bar, radiating allure. But tonight was different; the spark for a casual fling simply wasn’t there. Maurice found himself oddly disinterested, a lingering heaviness in his chest. Maurice could sense what Jake was about to suggest, and before his friend could say another word, he raised his hands slightly, cutting him off. “Hey, man, what’s up? You look like you’re about to explode,” Jake said, leaning over the table with a teasing grin. Maurice inhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts before responding. “My parents expect me to introduce a wife in just five days,” he said, taking another sip of his drink as if it might wash away the pressure. “A wife? That’s fantastic, buddy!” Jake burst out, laughter spilling from him as his eyes sparkled with mischief. But when Maurice shot him a warning glance, the laughter faded, and the gravity of the situation settled in. This wasn’t a joke. “Alright, I see your point. So, do you have anyone in mind?” Jake asked. "Not yet," Maurice mumbled. Jake leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “What about Tiffany? You know she’s crazy about you. Maybe it’s time to give her a shot,” he suggested. Tiffany was no ordinary girl; she was the daughter of a senator, her family steeped in wealth and influence. Not only did she have access to her father’s vast resources, but she also played a crucial role in running his company. Tiffany was not only stunning but exceptionally bright, and her feelings for Maurice ran deep. She had gone to great lengths just to catch his eye. 'She’s too clever and too wealthy. If I present someone like her to my parents as my wife, she’d surely use that to her advantage to keep me tethered. I can’t let that happen,' Maurice thought, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on his mind. Maurice had nearly emptied two bottles of whiskey, the silence thick as he ignored Jake’s earlier suggestion. “Okay, then what about Freya? She’s your childhood friend, and I’m pretty sure Uncle Alex and Aunt Jasmine would love her,” Jake shot back, undeterred. 'That girl’s name is like a curse. I’d sooner remain single for the rest of my life than even consider marrying her,' Maurice seethed internally, the thought igniting a fresh wave of frustration. Maurice felt a flash of irritation at the mere mention of Freya’s name. Without another word, he strode out of the Luxury Bar, his bodyguard trailing behind him, the whiskey's effects making his steps a little unsteady. He was Maurice Alexander—nothing was beyond his reach if he set his mind to it. 'My secretary can handle this easily,' he thought, pulling out his phone and dialing her number without hesitation. His rule was simple: she had to answer on the first ring—or face severe consequences. Apologies were not part of his vocabulary. As Maurice tucked his phone back into his pocket, the lingering taste of sweet, intoxicating kisses left him momentarily disoriented. “Who is this girl? Why do her lips taste so incredible?” he wondered, his mind swirling. Behind him, his bodyguard, Jerry, watched in disbelief, unable to process the scene unfolding right before his eyes. Maurice held her tightly, their kiss igniting with passion as he explored her curves, pushing her gently against the wall. Locking his fingers with hers, he began to unbutton her shirt, lost in the moment. Jerry, unable to bear the scene unfolding, stepped back, retreating to a corner to give his boss some much-needed space. As Maurice trailed kisses along her neck and down her chest, she suddenly regained her senses. “Who are you? Let me go!” she shouted, struggling to break free from his grasp. Maurice pressed her firmly against the wall, unwilling to release her. Suddenly, a sharp sound echoed through the air—plak! She delivered a stinging slap across his face. “What the hell? You slapped me? What the hell was that for?” Maurice shouted, disbelief and anger flashing in his eyes. Jerry sprang from the corner where he’d been lurking, eyes wide. “She slapped the boss? She’s in serious trouble!” He moved to intervene, but Maurice raised a hand to halt him. Maurice tightened his grip on her hands, forcing her into another kiss and this time, she kicked him down below. Maurice groaned with pain, with an evil look on his face as he went down to the ground. With that opportunity, she disappeared in a few seconds. Jerry quickly rushed to his boss to help him. 'She dares lay her hands on the boss? She's done for good!' He knew all too well who Maurice was; revenge was a game he played ruthlessly. For a fleeting moment, Jerry felt a twinge of pity for the girl. He understood that his boss would stop at nothing to track her down. In all his years, no one had ever dared to touch Maurice. This would not end well for her. "That damn woman! How dare she hurt me!" He muffled as Jerry gently led him into the car. "Find her immediately!" Maurice ordered, crossing his legs and leaning back against his seat. "Right away sir!" Jerry answered with absolute obedience. Maurice was in his office when his bodyguard, Jerry, walked in after a gentle knock. "Sir, here is the information about the girl," he said, handing an envelope over to Maurice. Name: Karen Age: 25 Gender: Female Occupation: Hair stylist Address: 54 Greenville Street, Alaska Maurice glanced at Karen's photo, she was on baggy jeans and a pink shirt, with big boots and long blonde hair. "Definitely not my type." Karen wasn't Maurice's taste, but he was compelled to deal with her for what she did to him last night. Karen was a young girl who enjoyed traveling and had been away for a long time. As her flight landed in the city of Nirvania, she was so excited to be home and expected her parents to welcome her with open arms, but only her mom showed up. "Mom, I'm so happy I'm home, I missed you guys so much!" Karen grinned, only for her mom to drop a bombshell, "You father has a mistress." Tonia spewed, her voice quivering as tears filled her eyes. "What? What are you saying, Mom?" Karen asked, with a hint of confusion. "Listen, Karen, your father… he’s on vacation with his mistress. And as much as it hurts, I can’t bring myself to do anything about it—I love him too much.” “I can’t live without your father. Please, Karen, you need to accept things as they are,” Tonia pleaded, her hands clasped tightly. Karen stared back, eyes wide with disbelief, a frown shadowing her face. She and her father had once been so close, and their family had known only unity, love, and happiness. But now, as she returned, everything she’d known was gone. What was left for her to hold onto? How could she possibly face this sudden, heartbreaking shift?