The Blind CEO Teen Lover

DAMOND CHRIS

I picked up my phone and dialed Daisy, urging her to get dressed for our upcoming meeting with my parents. "I'm on my way to pick you up," I told her, my voice a mix of anticipation and stress, as I watched Moore bring the car around, the engine humming softly in the background.

"Yes, sir," she replied playfully, but I could sense a hint of seriousness beneath her tone. After the call ended, a wave of frustration washed over me; I had just left the office feeling unfulfilled, and the fleeting excitement I had felt moments before was suddenly tarnished.

As I slipped into the car, the leather seats felt cool against my skin, and I clenched the steering wheel tightly, my thoughts racing as I drove off into the early evening.

**DAISY JOYCE**

Upon hearing that Damond would arrive shortly to pick me up, my heart raced with a blend of excitement and nerves. I dashed to my room, determination fueling my movements as I rifled through my closet for the perfect outfit. I called for Aliya, my trusted makeup artist, to help transform me for the occasion. By 6:30 PM, I beamed at my reflection, satisfied with the look we crafted together. I was ready and waiting, anticipation building with each passing minute.

At 7 PM, just as the clock struck, my phone rang—Damond's name lighting up the screen. "Hello, come out," he instructed curtly before abruptly ending the call, leaving no room for conversation. I couldn't help but sigh, a mix of amusement and irritation bubbling inside me. "Just like that," I murmured to myself with an eye roll.

"Bye!" I called out to the maids, pausing to give a warm farewell to Aliya, my newfound ally. With one last glance, I stepped outside into the cool evening air, heading toward the sleek car where Damond waited.

As I settled into the passenger seat, I immediately sensed an unsettling tension radiating from him. His brow was furrowed, and there was a cloying scent in the air—something I couldn't quite place but felt was off. Curious, I leaned in slightly, searching his expression for answers when he suddenly spoke, an edge to his voice. "He said you want to throw yourself at me; how pathetic," he insinuated, his words pricking at me like thorns.

"No, I didn't—" I started to explain but was interrupted when the car jolted to a stop, causing me to stumble involuntarily against his chest. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I instinctively pulled back, but not before my eyes caught a glimpse of dark marks adorning his neck. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing too much skin for my liking. A swift realization hit me; he clearly had a reputation as a womanizer.

Damond's gaze met mine, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "When are you planning to stand up?" he tossed out nonchalantly.

"Oh, sorry! I'm sorry—but the blinds…" I blurted, flustered, trying to find my composure amidst the awkwardness.

DAMOND CHRIS

I sensed her eyes lingering on my chest, and I hastily buttoned up my shirt, a rush of self-consciousness flooding me. "Sir, we have arrived," Moore announced as we pulled up to the sprawling estate. Stepping out of the car, she was struck by the sheer magnitude of the mansion before us. Its towering façade and intricate architecture were breathtaking. "Wow, what a colossal mansion!" Daisy gasped, her eyes wide with wonder. "Once you've taken it all in, you can follow me inside," I replied, trying to maintain my composure. "Oh, my mistake," she said sheepishly, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

DAISY JOYCE

We approached the grand entrance of Damond's family home, the large wooden doors adorned with intricate carvings. As we stepped inside, a warm and inviting atmosphere enveloped us, and we were greeted by the attentive maids who were bustling about, ensuring everything was in order. One of them, with a bright smile and quick efficiency, informed Damond's parents of our arrival. "Sir, madam, the second young master has arrived with his fiancée," she announced, her voice echoing softly through the foyer. I couldn't help but notice the sly smirk that danced on Damond's lips, giving him an almost devilish charm.

"Oh, my daughter-in-law has arrived!" Damond's mother exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she hurried toward me. Without hesitation, she enveloped me in a warm embrace that radiated kindness and affection. "Wow, you look absolutely beautiful!" she praised, her face beaming with joy. "Thank you, Mom," I responded, feeling a rush of warmth at the genuine affection in her compliment.

"Come, let's have a seat," she said enthusiastically, gesturing toward the comfortable living room adorned with plush sofas and elegant décor. I took Damond's hand, feeling a sense of connection and support as we walked together toward the sitting area. As we settled in, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and stories, creating an intimate atmosphere before dinner was served.

After some time, the aroma of a delicious feast filled the air, and the maids brought out elegantly plated dishes, which lined the large table. We began to eat, savoring the mouthwatering flavors while continuing our animated conversation. Suddenly, Damond's parents shifted their focus, their expressions becoming a bit more serious. "What about your parents?" they asked curiously, their tone now laced with concern.

Before Damond could respond, I took a deep breath and spoke softly, "My parents are dead." The words hung in the air, thick with emotion.

"Oh, darling, how sad," his mother said, her voice heavy with sympathy. "Don't worry, my dear, I will be both a mother and a mother-in-law to you," she promised, her reassuring words touching my heart deeply, bringing a lump to my throat.

Just as I began to feel a wave of gratitude wash over me, Damond's sister burst into the room with a vibrant energy. "What was I missing? Or am I too late to join the fun?" she chimed, her face slightly flushed from her hurried arrival.

"No, not at all," I replied, a smile breaking through, welcoming her into our gathering. The lively atmosphere returned, enveloping us once more as we shared stories and laughter, forging deeper connections amidst the warmth of family.

DAMOND CHRIS

As soon as my younger sister burst in, I realized this visit was going to be a lengthy one. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!… Oh, my sister-in-law!" she chimed, pointedly overlooking me. "Aren't you going to greet your brother?" Mom said. "Sorry, my bad brother, but guess what? I've gone ahead and hired an event planner for your wedding!" I wasn't surprised; she loves all things flashy. However, Daisy, who was sitting beside me, looked taken aback, and I could feel her tension. "Take it easy; we haven't even gotten to that part yet," my mom reassured us. "So, how did you two meet?" my dad asked, picking up on the unexpected turn of events.

DAISY JOYCE

"Where do you guys meet?" Damond's father asked out of curiosity. I quickly took Damond's hand and switched into acting mode. "We met at a bar," I replied. "Okay," he said, and I leaned in as if sharing a secret with Damond. Suddenly, though, I started to gag. "What's wrong?" Damond's mom asked, caught off guard. "I got you, Sissy; don't worry," Damond said, surprising me. I was a little taken aback but quickly adjusted to the moment.

He led me into the restroom. "Drop the act; you're going too far," he said, looking a bit concerned. "Can't you see we nearly got caught?" "Good job; just keep it up," he added, glancing around as I noticed Damond's mom and sister watching us closely. I hugged Damond tightly and whispered in his ear, "They're watching." Then, I gently placed his hand on my stomach. "Danny, love, I think you're going to be a father soon."

His warm smile brought reassurance, and he replied, "I'll take you to see the doctor tomorrow." I nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and relief, then leaned in to give him a soft kiss. He seemed startled at first, his eyes widening in surprise, but he quickly returned the kiss with an intensity that caught me off guard. It was a dizzying moment that nearly took my breath away; excitement mingled with a touch of awkwardness, but I knew it was a risk worth taking.

As we broke the kiss, I looked up into his eyes, trying to steady my racing heart. "Let's go; they're waiting for us," he suggested, eager to shift our focus back to the gathering. We finished our meal, seamlessly steering the conversation back to wedding plans, filled with laughter and joyful anticipation. His mother chimed in, her voice warm yet practical. "Since you have someone who loves you wholeheartedly," she said, glancing between us, "I think we should give you both some space before we finalize the wedding." She paused to let her words sink in before adding, "Let's make a decision on our next visit."

Her statement hung in the air, stirring a blend of excitement and uncertainty within me.