Hot Night With CEO

Upon arriving in the room, Darian found Fahira who had just woken up from her sleep. She was staring at him as he stood with his back to the door. Darian walked towards the bed, greeting Fahira with a smile, then he sat down and lightly kissed her lips.

“Are you still tired?” Darian asked gently, brushing aside a strand of hair that was obstructing his view. He then caressed her smooth cheek tenderly.

Her brown eyes scanned the beautiful face in front of her. Starting from the forehead, her beautiful pair of eyes, her delicate nose, and the cheeks that often blushed when she was with him. Finally, her brown eyes fixed on his lips, proportionally shaped with the upper lip slightly thinner and the lower one slightly thicker, seemingly challenging him to kiss her until her lips swelled.

Fahira swallowed hard as she realized where Darian’s gaze was directed. She bit her lower lip nervously, feeling the familiar feelings that always emerged whenever Darian’s brown eyes looked at her with intensity, full of adoration and love.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Fahira replied and tried to get up, but Darian swiftly held her hand to stop her.

Darian’s hand lifted and reached for Fahira’s chin. Their eyes met for a moment before Darian’s lips claimed hers. Darian gently sucked on her lower lip, occasionally pulling away and then reattaching his lips to hers. Fahira’s heart raced as Darian’s lips began to explore her fair neck.

For a few seconds, Darian moved his face away from Fahira’s neck and grinned when he saw the red marks of ownership, the result of his passion, scattered there. His desire still burned, and Darian wanted to find another spot to mark her again.

“I love you, Fahira!” Darian murmured while caressing her cheek. It was a sentence he often said, but not to Fahira. Darian recalled that Fahira had never directly reciprocated his declaration of love.

Darian waited for a response from Fahira, whose lips appeared restless. “Say it, Honey!” Darian said again, his fingers now caressing Fahira’s lips.

Fahira took a deep breath and held it for a moment in her chest before replying, “I love you too, Abang.”

“Not like that, my dear,” Darian replied, then kissed Fahira’s lips again. “Say it, or I’ll punish you tonight!” Darian threatened, his voice husky. Once more, Darian looked at Fahira, who blushed even more, while his brown eyes were filled with a haze of desire.

“I-I love you too, Darian,” Fahira whispered, and quickly she tried to move away from the bed, wanting to escape from Darian, who surely wanted to ravish her now. But before Fahira could get off the bed, Darian’s hand pulled her towards him, and she fell into his embrace.

“You won’t be able to escape from my punishment,” Darian whispered, then playfully nibbled Fahira’s ear.

“What kind of punishment is that!” Fahira protested, struggling to free herself from Darian’s muscular grip.

An unreadable grin appeared on Darian’s handsome face before he released his hands from Fahira’s body. “Take your phone and mine,” Darian said, successfully making Fahira’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. Despite her uncertainty, Fahira followed Darian’s command and handed him both phones.

“Come here!” Darian said, pulling Fahira to sit in front of him.

With her legs spread apart, Fahira sat against his chest, and Darian’s hands circled her body, holding both phones. “What are you up to?” Fahira protested, still attempting to free herself.

Darian brushed Fahira’s long hair aside and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Punishing you for your cheeky behavior,” he whispered, then unlocked his own phone and placed Fahira’s phone in her hand.

Curiosity still lingering, Fahira watched as Darian’s phone lit up, displaying a call from a contact named ‘My heart.’ Soon, Fahira’s phone began to vibrate, and her heart sank as she saw the name ‘Optimus Prime’ appear on the screen. Her body froze instantly, and it felt like her heart had stopped beating. She had completely forgotten to change the name of the contact to the man currently embracing her.

“What punishment do you deserve?” Darian asked, smiling mischievously, sensing Fahira’s tense body in his embrace.

“I can explain, honey!” Fahira replied nervously, not daring to move.

“So, all this time, you saved my contact as Optimus Prime?” Darian took the phone from Fahira’s hand and placed it somewhere randomly, along with his phone.

“Stupid Fahira! How could you forget to change your own husband’s name!” Fahira cursed herself in her mind for her carelessness.

“You deserve a punishment that matches your mistake,” Darian whispered as his hands lifted and gently squeezed Fahira’s breasts. Darian’s warm breath, now growing heavier, caressed Fahira’s neck, causing her body to shiver.

“It’s already evening, Darian, and we haven’t prayed yet,” Fahira retorted, forcibly removing Darian’s hands from her chest. But Darian wouldn’t be himself if he easily gave in. He embraced Fahira again, rendering her immobile. Then slowly, Darian loosened his embrace, feeling no resistance from Fahira. His hands returned to her favorite part of her body, but this time, it wasn’t to squeeze; instead, he began to unbutton Fahira’s shirt one by one, while nibbling on her ear, causing Fahira to moan softly.

“Darian!” Fahira murmured, instantly making Darian smile with satisfaction as he successfully aroused the desires of the woman who never ceased to excite him.

“Let’s continue in the bathroom!” Darian stopped his lips that were still playing around Fahira’s ear and moved down to the curve of her neck. He got up from his spot and lifted Fahira’s body, carrying her into the bathroom.

Fahira could only surrender and follow the intoxicating game that Darian had created. The gentle touches of Darian’s hands, exploring every inch of her body, took her to a new sensation that couldn’t be described. It carried her to heights she had never reached before, drowning her in a whirlwind of moans, whispers, and stifled groans that clashed and mingled with the millions of droplets of sweat in the shower rain that poured over their bare bodies.

“Call my name, Honey!” Darian whispered, stopping his attack. He gazed into Fahira’s clear eyes now clouded with desire. Her eyelids blinked occasionally due to the water pouring on her face, as she looked at Darian with deep meaning.

Darian grinned, then captured Fahira’s slightly swollen lips, pushing her body against the wall. Fahira, disregarding her lingering shyness, slightly opened her mouth, giving Darian’s tongue the space to play inside. Then, Fahira’s hands gripped Darian’s shoulders as he slowly united their bodies.

“Darian.”

“Fahira.” They whispered each other’s names with their eyes closed as they reached the peak of pleasure together.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

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The next morning, after taking a shower and performing the Fajr prayer, Fahira headed straight to the kitchen, ignoring Darian’s whining as he didn’t want her to leave. How could Darian still want some “affection” after completely ravishing her the night before, making her feel like her bones and joints were about to come loose? Fahira herself still felt sleepy and tired, but she felt reluctant to indulge Darian’s wishes, as he now seemed like a big baby, whining when his desires weren’t fulfilled.

Yasmin smiled as she descended from her room and found Fahira busy cooking with Bi Aminah.

“Oh, Madam Yasmin, it’s Miss Fahira who insisted on helping with the cooking!” Aminah politely informed her employer.

“It’s okay, Miss. Fahira is indeed good at cooking, and besides, it’ll make Darian happy to stay at home,” Yasmin replied, suppressing her smile as she noticed the red marks scattered on Fahira’s fair neck. Surely, they were all the result of her son’s doings.

“Never mind, Mom. Fahira is indeed skilled in cooking, and it makes Darian stay at home longer,” Yasmin replied, holding back a smile as she noticed the red marks scattered on Fahira’s white neck. Clearly, they were the result of her son’s affection.

“Yes, Mom. I want to prepare breakfast every day,” Fahira continued, still focused on the frying in front of her.

“Alright, you continue cooking, and I’ll make the juice,” Yasmin said as she headed towards the four-door fridge to get oranges and tomatoes for the juice.

Shortly after, Darian and Ariel came downstairs, both dressed neatly. Darian was wearing a suit, while Ariel was in his ash-white uniform.

“Hi, dear,” greeted Darian as he kissed Fahira’s cheek while she was arranging the food on the table. Fahira immediately moved away from Darian, giving him a sharp look. She felt embarrassed when she realized Yasmin and Ariel were watching her with unreadable smiles, while Darian casually pulled a chair next to Ariel and sat down.

Fahira served rice for Ariel, Darian, and Yasmin, and then for herself. Ariel, who usually looked gloomy in the morning, appeared different today. His face was glowing with happiness. Unconsciously, Fahira felt relieved seeing her younger brother in such a state.

“Are you joining Muay Thai training, honey?” asked Darian after finishing his breakfast.

“Yes, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to learn Muay Thai like you for a long time,” replied Ariel as he reached for the orange juice and drank it all.

“But you should consult with Gavin, Ariel!” Fahira intervened, instantly fading the smile on Darian’s face. Hearing Gavin’s name without the title ‘doctor’ slipped from his wife’s lips, caused a sudden rush of heat in Darian’s body.

“Alright, I’ll call Gavin later, and I’ll take you for a check-up,” Darian quickly responded.

“Just a minute!” Yasmin interjected upon hearing Fahira and Darian’s conversation. “Has Gavin been the one taking care of Ariel all this time?” Yasmin continued, successfully making the three people across the table freeze.

“So, Fahira and Gavin have known each other for a long time? Mmm, Aunt Desi mentioned yesterday that Gavin wanted to introduce a woman, and that woman is the sister of one of his patients, right?” Yasmin looked at the three people in front of her, demanding answers.

“Fahira must know who that woman is, right?” Silence. Fahira looked frozen as she glanced at Darian, who, as it turned out, was also looking at her.

“Fahira, you should get ready. We have to go to the office today; there’s a lot of work we need to finish before you officially resign,” Darian interjected to break the conversation that obviously made him uncomfortable. Regardless, he couldn’t deny that Gavin had once loved his wife, and there might still be lingering feelings there.

“Oh, right, it’s already noon. I also have an appointment with the designer,” Yasmin glanced at the wall clock and immediately got up after wiping her lips with a tissue.

“Mommy, Ariel should go to school now, right?” Ariel corrected and reached for Yasmin’s hand, kissing the back of it. Instantly, Yasmin’s brown eyes welled up with tears as she gently caressed Ariel’s head. “Be careful on the way. Don’t rush while riding the motorbike!” Yasmin advised, then kissed Ariel’s cheek, and the teenager nodded with a smile.

Ariel bid farewell to Fahira and Darian, then left for school, while Yasmin and Fahira headed to their respective rooms to get ready for the office.

While waiting for Fahira to prepare, Darian contacted Gavin to schedule a regular health check-up for Ariel and consult about his condition for joining Muay Thai training. About 15 minutes later, Fahira came downstairs in her work attire, and Darian immediately took her hand, leading her towards the exit.

During the journey, they didn’t talk much. Darian kept stealing glances at the woman beside him. Even before they parted, he already missed Fahira. Darian’s luxury car stopped right in front of the company’s lobby. A security guard rushed over as Darian and Fahira got out of the car. Darian handed the car key to the guard to park it in the company’s special parking area.

Before entering the building, Darian checked Fahira’s appearance and adjusted her high-necked shirt to cover the red marks of his artistic endeavors. The employees passing by gave way, allowing Darian and Fahira to enter first. The female coworkers who used to gossip about Fahira now lowered their heads respectfully, while Fahira acted as usual, greeting them warmly.

“Did you see, honey? I bet you didn’t mind when I saved your contact as ‘Optimus Prime,'” Fahira said as they stepped into the elevator.

“Don’t bring that up. Or do you want another punishment from me?” Darian pulled Fahira closer, eliminating the distance between them. Blushing, Fahira’s cheeks turned orange, spreading to her neck when their eyes met.

“No, honey!” Fahira stammered, pushing Darian’s chest away. “We’re in the office, Darian!” she continued, but her attempt only elicited a strange grin from the handsome man.

Fahira was taken aback when Darian’s lips hungrily pressed against hers without warning. Darian’s forceful kisses gradually softened, savoring the tender touch of Fahira’s lips. Occasionally, he pulled back slightly and then deepened the kiss again.

However, Darian’s lips were abruptly stung when Fahira’s gentle bite prompted him to halt their intimate activity. “It seems like you wants to undress you right here, my dear!” Darian said in frustration, just as the lift announced their arrival at the desired floor. The elevator doors opened, and Fahira quickly stepped out, leaving Darian frozen in place.

“It looks like you enjoy the punishments I give you,” Darian mumbled to himself, smiling broadly as he followed Fahira’s steps toward her office.

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The heaviest punishment in love is the longing in the wrong place and a heart that never finds mutual agreement.