Trapped in Crazy CEO Desire
Man with Mask

"Hans, take my work today home. I didn't go into the office today."

Nicholas turned off the connection from his subordinates and quickly observed the laptop containing his work. His feet still hurt until it was hard to use walking, so he decided to work at home today.

Speaking of Nicholas, the man was still upset and blamed the Kejora for the incident. Kejora also felt afraid and unpleasant, especially when viewed cynically by Nicholas like this makes his guts shrink.

"That's the coffee, sir," said Kejora trembling.

Nicholas just shut up. Busy with his work. It was used by Kejora to look at Nicholas' serious face. Still doubting the loss of Nicholas' memory.

"Why look at me like that? Go there!" nicholas Sentak.

Kejora surprise. However, the Kejora did not shift one bit away from Nicholas. "Did you really forget everything?"

"You mean?" Next to Nicholas's eyebrows raised.

"It felt like that night we were still fighting on the emergency stairs, but ever since I kicked you out you don't remember me right away. Is all this because you want to avenge me?"

Nicholas stared intensely. Observing the Kejora who was by his side with a questionable look.

"I admit, I was wrong at the time. But ... It's so weird why you suddenly lost your memory." Kejora twisted the end of his shirt, nervous.

"Then why do you look so disappointed that I lost my memory? Shouldn't you be happy?"

Kejora immediately looked up, his gaze fixed on Nicholas. Nicholas just looked at her with an expressionless flat face but there was actually a veiled feeling in it.

"Didn't you also refuse my responsibilities back then? You also said that you wouldn't see me again. Then why are you here now?" insinuations Nicholas.

"I-i ...."

"Oh, I know now. You've changed your mind after you found out about my wealth. I-so, right? All women are the same! Dull eyes!"

Kejora. Not allowing that word. "It's not like that. I-I came here because my grandmother was sick and needed medical expenses. That's why I borrowed money from you, not because I wanted to come back to you."

"Why don't you just borrow it from your girlfriend? Isn't he above everything?" cynical Nicholas. The worried face of Kejora made Nicholas smile curiously.

The cruelty remembers it. To this day Finn ignores all messages and always makes sense when invited to meet. Even his grandmother was sick, Finn didn't see him at all. It could be said that Finn had turned a hundred and eighty degrees now.

"Why? Can't answer?" sela Nicholas's.

"I heard you used to highly doubt your lover? Why is it that you're having trouble not just asking for her help? Why turn around asking for help from people you don't want to meet?"

The vile felt slapped with those words. He still remembered that he did not want to see Nicholas again, but instead Kejora himself violated and met him. And now, the Kejora is being bullied by Nicholas.

"Sorry," replied the bowed Kejora.

Nicholas raises one eyebrow. That's not the answer he wanted. Nicholas's glance intensified as Kejora left his side and headed back to the kitchen.

"Sir, sorry to be late."

Not long after Hans came to bring some documents containing Nicholas' work. Nicholas's gaze was diverted to a stack of files that were ready to be done. No matter what the hell the Kejora does.

At nightfall, Kejora stretched her achy hands after doing homework to completion. The clock has shown ten o'clock that means the night is almost late. Kejora rushes towards his room to rest, but he accidentally sees Nicholas's office lamp still on.

"Is he still working?" muttered Kejora. Curious, he approached to make sure.

Sure enough, Nicholas was still in the room. However, it seemed that the man was sleeping comfortably on the workbench. The Kejora slowly stepped closer to be sure.

"He fell asleep in this position? Must be sore tomorrow morning. Sir, you wake up" Kejora said trying to wake up. However, it was only the moans that Nicholas let out.

"He's still sick, but forced to work."

Kejora tilted his face and piled his face to the same table as Nicholas so that their faces faced each other. To be honest Kejora still feels traumatized by the incident, but why does the universe seem to tie itself to Nicholas?

When his girlfriend can't, Nicholas can. When Finn couldn't get her home, Nicholas helped her too. Kejora feels dejavu, this is really confusing.

"A satisfied look at me?" reprimand Nicholas suddenly.

The sudden Kejora rounded his shocked eyes. With a quick movement he pulled his face and accidentally slapped an empty glass on the table until it fell and split apart.

Nicholas narrowed his eyes at the woman who was nervous about facing him. Nicholas looked more and more closely to be sure. Actually, he was conscious, just pretending to know what the Kejora would do.

"I-I'm-I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean it." In nervousness, Kejora squatted down and collected the broken glass.

However, accidentally the broken glass even hit his finger to bleed. Kejora quickly hid his injured finger and rushed away from Nicholas' den while carrying another shard of glass.

Kejora blew his wound after washing it with water in the sink. Somehow the Kejora feels like crying, but only a small scratch. No, the Kejora must remain strong. Soon he turned around from there but instead found Nicholas behind him.

"T-Master," Kejora's great-grandson. Hiding his finger behind his body.

"I need your help to wash my favorite things."

The Kejora involuntarily immediately raised both hands, asking for that thing. "Where to wash?"

Nicholas glanced at the injured Kejora's finger. Soon he gave the medicine box that he had previously held with one hand behind his back.

"Obati. Do not let you can not work and even bother me," said Nicholas shortly before he left the kitchen area.

The Kejora observed the medicine box in his hand. The cruelty is lied to again. No items were washed, but only to find out what he was hiding. Kejora silently stared at the footsteps of Nicholas who had once given him the medicine box with a faint smile.

***

Early in the morning the Kejora was busy cleaning the lounge area. Look at the pillows on the sofa and arrange them in place. However, the sound of a shoe's stomping interrupts him making Kejora spontaneously turn his body.

"I'll work. Take good care of the house" said Nicholas, buttoning his suit.

Kejora approaching. Staring at Nicholas from top to bottom. "You're going to work? Don't your legs still hurt?"

"I'm sprained, not paralyzed." Nicholas stared cynically.

Subjected cruelty, feeling guilty. Let alone that intimidating gaze of Nicholas. He was just asking her how she was.

The cruelty leads Nicholas to the front of the house. There was an assistant there ready to pick him up. Kejora waved as Nicholas' car sped away from there.

The Kejora turned to finish the unfinished work. It was in his mind to call Finn and ask him about his girlfriend. However, only the tone voice waited in return.

"Is Finn so busy he didn't tell me?" muttered Kejora.

Long Kejora pondered, he was made aware by the sound of knocking on the door from the front. He walked to the front to open the door. Nicholas hasn't been long gone, but there's been a knock on the door leaving Kejora confused.

The door opened quickly. But it was not Nicholas who came. A man whose age might not be far from her. His height and clothes look mysterious. All-black, wearing a mask and a black hat also over the head.

The man looked up. He gave a fierce look to the foreign female figure in front of him. However, not long later a grin grin appeared on his lips which added to the atmosphere became gripping.

The cruelty of fear. His hand held tightly to the doorknob as an intimidating look from the man in front of him.

"W-Who are you?"