The CEO Is Obsessed With Me

It was a survey site, and the options laid out had me cursing at the universe at the cruel irony of it.

The site laid out sexual-related questions, and the reward for each survey was to determine your sexual preferences, kinks, and so on.

It was a painful reminder of my pathetic lapse in that aspect. As a child, I was never deemed beautiful. I was a chubby kid with flaming auburn hair of unruly curls and freckles scattered across my cheeks, but puberty kicked in late and bloomed when I had just graduated high school. My body had taken a shape I was finally proud of; a slender waist, full breasts, and even fuller hips, and although I caught the attention of many onlookers while going to college, I barely socialized with anyone.

I had strictly focused on graduating at the top of my class, wanting nothing more than to pursue my dream job as a fashion designer. Now I work for the best fashion brand in the country, getting paid in six zeroes and in a luxury penthouse.

Some would say I had won in life, but everything I had achieved so far came with a price, and the price of my success was my dreary sex life.

I’m a freaking twenty-eight-year-old virgin for crying out loud!

This was the main reason the game of ‘Never have I ever’ bothered me. Because never have I ever done shit.

But I had fantasies, wild fantasies that were far from normal, and these abnormal thoughts were fueled by the shelf of slutty books adorning the wall of my room. I also watched porn, preparing myself for the golden hour. I didn’t want to be seen as inexperienced, but the painful truth was that I had no courage whatsoever to pursue my fantasies, and this was proven by my many failed attempts to bag one man. Caspian.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Oh well, what harm would it do?” I said with a shrug of my shoulders, taking a sip of my can of soda as I began answering the questions. After thirty long minutes of rather intrusive questions, I completed the survey and submitted it to God knows who.

But it didn’t end there, an icon resembling a wrapped birthday present appeared next, and it was tagged as a reward for my cooperation.

With a soft sigh, I clicked the eye-catching box, taking another long sip of my drink as I waited for it to load.

“Oh,” I exclaimed softly, my eyes sweeping over the document file. It was a bucket list. A sex bucket list, compiled from my answers from the survey. “That’s interesting.” it also had a section for me to edit and add potential ‘candidates’ that I want to explore them with.

I contemplated my thoughts before typing in Caspian’s name first, along with one other man who had undeniably caught my attention. His name was Luke Graham, my boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. I only saw him in passing, but even from a distance, his beauty could be described as out worldly. His mere presence always made the women at work swoon, each and every one of them ready to throw their panties his way.

I also added a certain celebrity just for the sake of it. He was a popular actor who charmed his audience with his smile and talent. But he also seemed like someone who would be ruthless in bed, his sex scenes in movies never failed to make my pussy throb with want, now that was real God-given talent. I think his name was Ezekiel Sterling.

After typing in the names, I looked over the list with a satisfied smirk and finished my drink with one last gulp. It wasn’t like anyone else was going to see it, and the chances of me actually pulling it off were low. But it was fun to see that the things on the list were bold and daring, two attributes that were a far cry from reality.

I was neither bold nor daring.

Just horny and delusional.

Very delusional.

Chelsea meowed, pulling me from my train of thought. She stretched her limbs with a silent yawn, her paws nonchalantly brushing against the keypads of my laptop as she leaped into my arms, purring loudly as if to reprimand me for staying up late.

“Okay okay, I’ll go to bed, your highness.” I heed to her cuteness, brushing my cheeks against her stubby nose before rising to my feet.

I return my gaze to my laptop screen, but the list had disappeared.

“Aww shit, I wanted to save it,” I muttered under my breath, shoulders sagging in disappointment, but I soon dismissed the thought as I cradled Chelsea in my arms and shut down the device. The Turkish Angora cat jumps in excitement as she spots her well-made cat bed at the foot of my queen-sized bed. I smiled fondly at her before throwing myself into the lush softness of my blankets.

Staring absentmindedly at the ceiling, I go over the events of the day. If things had gone differently I would have spent a sexy night with Caspian, cuddled under these very same bedsheets. I had wanted to ask him to join me inside for a little chat, but he seemed more out of reach than ever, maybe he had someone else in mind. Or maybe I was just in over my head.

The heavy feeling of loneliness began to creep in like a slithering predator, and I let my eyes flutter close before it had the opportunity to consume me whole.

One of these days, if the universe deemed it fit, I might be able to turn my fantasies into reality.

My phone buzzed on the headstand of my bed, but I paid no mind to it, already falling into a deep slumber, my body giving out to exhaustion.

The screen of my phone glowed in the darkness.

“Message successfully posted.”