Oops! I Married A CEO By Mistake novel Chapter 1

“Shit! I am late!”

With a speeding heartbeat, she pushed open the door and looked around while chewing a piece of gum. The place was secluded as expected but the person she was looking for did not seem to be there.

She panicked and glanced at her wristwatch. It was already quarter past ten in the morning and the man was nowhere in sight.

Was she late? Did he already leave? Talking to herself she went to the bathroom and closed herself in a stall.

Sitting on the toilet seat she took out her phone and checked the message again, sent by her friend, Molly:

‘Abigail. Meet this man at Sasha’s Diner tomorrow morning at ten. Don’t be late. He is a struggling model. Needs a place to stay. Don’t get carried away by his looks, honey. He is gay. ;-)

He is ready to marry you. Go for it, honey. All the best.’

This man was the last hope for Abigail. Her silly friend did not even share his picture because she had to leave last night for Paris urgently.

Before heading off, Molly left a voice note for her, ‘Abi. Don’t forget to meet him tomorrow morning. I need to travel urgently. Mom is sick and admitted to the hospital. Henry will be there at ten sharp in a navy blue shirt. He is a very punctual guy. All the best.’

Now the ‘punctual Henry’ was nowhere in sight. She came out of the stall and started washing her hands. The way her ex-fiancé and her step-sister cheated on her back, it had drained her emotionally and mentally.

“God! I need this man. I need to show Kyle who he is messing with.”

She came out of the restroom area letting her eyes slide over the dining hall. She missed a heartbeat when she found a tall man in a navy blue shirt sitting on the corner table. He had a laptop opened in front of him and in no way did he seem like a struggling model.

She could not see his face because of his head buried in his laptop screen, but he was wearing a branded suit. May be because he was a model and needed to take care of his appearance.

Oh, thank God! Thank God! He is here! Thank you, Molly.

She sent a silent hug to her best friend and moved towards the table. When he did not look up, she tapped the table with her knuckles. The man raised his head and holy cow!

She forgot to breathe. She wanted to remind herself that she was not dreaming.

Damn you, Molly. Why you didn’t mention that he was insanely, smoking hot! Shit man! This handsome is gay!

“If you are done checking me out, I have work to do.” A deep male voice appeared near her. His icy blue eyes were staring into her green ones.

My! My! He was a Greek God! And … he was looking … at her!

Oh! He was waiting for her to speak. How dumb she was!

“Umm. I … I am Abigail Mason. I …” She stuttered and then feeling like a fool extended her hand towards him expecting a handshake. But instead of reaching out to hold it, he kept staring at her, placing his fist under his chin.

She felt a little uneasy. This man was smoking hot! But he also seemed a certified Asshole. Gosh! She needed him. He was her only hope.

With a fake, over bright smile, she sat in front of him, “Listen Henry!” When she called his name he eyed her as if she had gone crazy.

The man did look like the movie star, Henry Cavil. But she did not want to offend him by telling him that.

“Molly must have told you about my need to marry someone.”

“Excuse me?” A quick flicker of interest shimmered in his eyes.

“Listen, Henry. Molly told me everything about you. I have got this dinky apartment with a small bed. You can take the bed if you want. I will manage on the couch.”