Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“Bang!” He kicked over a nearby chair, glaring angrily in the direction Harper had run off.

Blaze was furious. Did she just call him a dictator? A tyrant? Huh, she was trying every trick to get some space, some freedom from him. What did she take him for? A virus? Did she really think she could just walk away from him like that? No way!

“Dylan, keep an eye on her. Don’t give her a chance to escape!” Blaze growled fiercely. He clenched his fist and pounded on the table, venting his anger.

“Yes, Master.”

Blaze headed towards the gym. He was so agitated that he kicked things along the way, leaving a mess behind.

“I don’t mind having her around every day, and she wants space? She just wants to get away from me!”

“Bang” Blaze stepped heavily onto the treadmill, increasing the speed.

Dylan came in with a clean towel. Blaze gave him a cold look and snapped, “You old geezer, you walk so slowly, it’s time for you to retire. You can’t do anything right, not even cook a meal!”

“Get lost! Stop bothering me!” Blaze shouted at him.

Dylan sighed lightly and approached Blaze’s treadmill. He respectfully lowered his head and spoke gently, “Master, please forgive me for being presumptuous.”

“I believe Miss Shaw didn’t mean anything else by her words,” Dylan stood there, his voice gentle and kind. “It’s natural for there to be some space between couples.”

Blaze’s gaze sharpened, “Do I need you to speak this? I want to be with her 24/7! That’s my style!”

Dylan paused, “Back in England, when I was dating my third girlfriend, we were so sweet together, couldn’t stand a second apart, but alas…” he trailed off.

Blaze, who was initially uninterested, now looked intrigued, “But what?” he asked in a deep voice.

Dylan sighed. “We were always together, knew each other too well, there was no mystery or space… In less than a month, we stopped loving each other, and ended up breaking up miserably.”

Blaze slowed down the treadmill, his eyes icy.

“Master, the towel is here. I’ll be on my way now,” Dylan, always knowing his place, said before placing the towel and leaving.

Blaze stepped off the treadmill, grabbed the towel, and then, suddenly, he tossed it aside.

Shit!

He stormed out of the gym and headed towards Harper’s study. He silently pushed open the slightly ajar door.

Harper was sitting at her desk, lost in thought. She had changed out of her maid outfit, now wearing a fresh long dress, holding a pen. Her eyes stared blankly ahead.

Blaze was about to enter when he heard Harper angrily scribble on the paper, muttering, “Dictator! Paranoiac! Psychopath! Shameless!”

She dared to curse him!… Blaze stood at the doorway, his face darkening. He reached out to close the door.

Just before the door closed, Harper suddenly collapsed onto the desk, lifeless, muttering to herself, “When will this kind of life come to an end… ”

‘End? She’s thinking about the end already, feeling tired of being around me? It hasn’t been that long, and she’s already bored, just because there’s no mystery?’ Blaze panicked.

“There’s no end.” he said coldly.

Harper was taken aback by Blaze’s sudden appearance, turning to look at him in surprise.

Blaze strode towards her, glaring at her coldly. “Do you like cursing me behind my back?” he asked harshly.

“No,” Harper replied expressionlessly, clearly unhappy.

“If you keep up with that expression, forget about going out to find inspiration,” Blaze threatened.

‘This is ridiculous! Every time I’m with Harper, I have to find a way out myself. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even bother to talk to me.’ Blaze scorned himself inwardly.

“What…?” Harper was about to retort, then suddenly realized, surprised, “You allowed me to go out for inspiration?”

“Once a month,” Blaze said indifferently.

“Okay, deal!” Harper immediately agreed, smiling happily.

Her smile was particularly annoying to Blaze. Was she so happy just to get away from him for a day?

“Are you hungry? I’ll make you breakfast,” Harper said, smiling, trying hard to please him. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt my hand.”

Blaze shot her a fierce glare before turning and walking away.

He suddenly found a piece of drawing paper on the table. On it was a cartoonish drawing of a man with a stern face, neat short hair, and slightly mixed-race features, looking very familiar.

Blaze picked up the paper. “What’s this?” he demanded.

“Uh… it’s my latest creation, a character for my comic,” Harper reluctantly confessed, hoping he wouldn’t recognize it.

Blaze lifted the paper, staring coldly at her. “You think I can’t even recognize myself?”

“Well…” Harper didn’t know how to explain.

Blaze had just agreed to let her go out alone, and now he had discovered she was secretly drawing him, using him as material for her comic… It was only a matter of time before he erupted.

What to do?

What to do…

Suddenly, a light chuckle sounded above her head, “Harper, are you finally admitting that you’ve fallen in love with me?”

“Huh?” Harper looked up, bewildered, at Blaze’s smug face. How did it suddenly jump to… falling in love with him?

“When did you start drawing this?” Blaze asked, his face devoid of anger, replaced with pride.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Just when I moved into Sky Harbor…”

“So you’ve been quietly drawing me for so long.” Blaze chuckled. He glanced at the drawing, then back at her, “Harper, it seems you’re hopelessly in love with me. Still denying it? On one hand, you show no signs of affection towards me, and on the other hand, you’re secretly drawing me. I understand now, what kind of woman you are.”

Harper blinked, wondering how he could see her undying love for him from the drawing. At most, he was just her muse.

Blaze held the paper, growing more satisfied as he looked at it. Harper’s drawing skills were indeed impressive. He had chosen a remarkable woman.

“I remember you used to draw teenage romance comics,” Blaze said, looking at her. “Did you turn our story into a comic?”

It sounded like a question, but his tone was certain.

Harper stood there, unable to say that her main plotline this time wasn’t about romance, let alone their story as a prototype, but about a psycho turning from his peak to his downfall… She had vented all her grievances against him on the protagonist of the comic.

Seeing her silent, Blaze assumed she had acquiesced. He pulled out a chair and sat down, propping one leg on her desk. He pulled her into his embrace, still holding the paper. “What’s the name of the comic?”

“Uh…” Harper blinked, absolutely not willing to reveal the title “The CEO Is Paranoid.”

“Tell me,” Blaze urged her.

Harper thought for a moment, forcing a smile. “The comic is called… ‘My CEO is the Top Priority.'”

“Nice name,” Blaze nodded, planting a firm kiss on her forehead, “Now, you better draw it well. Whatever inspiration you need, find it. Pour all your hopeless love for me into it!”

“Also, you used to draw adult scenes. Do the same this time, add a few more!”

“I don’t really draw those, I just occasionally sketch some intense kissing scenes…” Harper attempted to explain.

“You still won’t admit it? If you lack inspiration in that area, I can help you on the spot!” Blaze moved to pull at her dress.

Harper quickly jumped out of his embrace, “No need, no need. It’s not appropriate to draw that. We need to resist explicit content! ”

Blaze’s eyes darkened. “True. We can’t let others see that.”

Harper breathed a sigh of relief, agreeing, “Yes, exactly.”

“Then, draw a adult version for me,” Blaze commanded after a moment of contemplation.

“What?” Harper was dumbfounded.

“You’ll draw an adult version of ‘My CEO is the Top Priority’ for me, and you have a week to do it. Otherwise, forget about going out alone for inspiration next time.”

“…”

…

Harper genuinely felt she would go crazy if she stayed by Blaze’s side any longer. Blaze’s desires for her naturally extended beyond just a comic book. Over the next two days, he continued to pressure her, having her almost in his embrace, possessing her…

On the day he allowed her to go out alone, Harper limped away. The discomfort between her legs made her wish she could tear Blaze to shreds.

“Are you okay? Do you need someone to escort you?”

“I’m fine!” Harper gritted her teeth, glaring at him with resentment. He must be doing it on purpose. Though he said he’d let her go out, deep down, he wasn’t really willing, which was why he was treating her like this.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Blaze stepped closer, his palm cupping her face. “Yes, I am doing it on purpose,” he admitted shamelessly.

Harper wanted to tear his face off.