Mr. CEO ON HOLD

Chapter 1

CHRISTIAN MAXWELL

I stared at the blonde girl in her bed as I buttoned up my shirt. Just another one night stand. Besides I had to get ready for the Charity event tonight. I had gone to three in the past week. They were nothing special, I usually went, donated and then left, sometimes with a bimbo on my arm. My work was more important to me than a dinner, I always had too much work to do. I was particularly not looking forward to this dinner because Ryan Rout's little sister was coming. She was 21, she was probably a spoilt little blonde girl, who did everything to impress daddy.

I sighed as entered my car. She was probably going to attach herself to me all night. Hell she might even be my entertainment tonight.

Ronnie Rout

"What do you think?" I asked spinning around. My dress was perfect, we bought some matching straps so it would stay up. My red hair was in a messy chignon. My brother and friend looked shocked.

"What? What's wrong? Is it bad?" I started to panic. They laughed.

"You look perfect" I blushed as Toronto complimented me. I looked at the clock.

"Shouldn't we be heading off now?" I changed the subject.

"Yes, of course" Damien said dragging me to my car.

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My jaw dropped open at the sight of the hall. It was a huge magnificent hall. Dark brown mahogany with gold and white decorations and furniture. There were at least 100 tables and a huge stage right at the other side, infront of french doors.

"Hurry" Damien said has he linked my arm with his. We walked elegantly to the poduim where a man in a suit greeted us.

"Mr. Rout, Miss Rout, please follow me" He smiled and lead us to a table, in the far right, near the front.

"Would you like any drinks?" He asked.

"Larger" I requested immediately.

"A whiskey for me please" Damien asked politely.

Soon the drinks came back and I sipped on my drink. A light smell of wood and pine cones spread through the air. I turned and saw the most handsome man ever, he was tall, at least 6'5 and broad, with muscles that you could see through his suit, his thick black hair styled perfectly, and his hazel eyes looked at my brother.

"Mr. Rout. How nice to see you again. I crossed my legs to get rid of the feeling between them, his hazel eyes filckerd to the movement of them.

"Mr. Maxwell, this is my sister, Ronnie" I stood up and smiled.

"It's nice to meet you" I smiled. He smirked and brought my hand to his lips.

"Believe me Miss Rout, the pleasure is all mine" He said seductively.

"I hope you don't mind Damien, but I think I may borrow your sister for a while" His deep voice rang through my ears as he ouled me to the dancefloor, we danced slowly. Our hands connected and his ither hand lay on my waist just above my rear. My other hand behind his neck.

"So, Miss Rout" He began.

"Please, call me Ronnie" I smiled, his eyes zoned in on my lips.

"Ok, Ronnie, how come I have never seen you before?" He smirked.

"My..my brother always takes his wife to events and I babysit but his wife has taken the kids to France, so I got dragged here" I was a mess, stuttering and giggling, shaking. His eyes darkened.

"Do I make you nervous Ronnie?" I shook my head too scared to speak.

"Come, I want to show you something" he smiled taking me away.

"This isn't one of those, I show you mine, you show me youes kind of things is it?" He laughed a beautiful, laugh.

"No, I have a preposition for you Miss Rout." We entered his car and it started off. The screem between the front and the back of the car closed, si kt was just him and I. His hand rested on my thigh.

" I have a little preposition fo you Il mio bellissimo angelo" He smirked at my reation to him speaking Italian.

"What is it?" I was curious.

"You will see"

I stared at the paper in awe.

I Ronnie Rout accept all the terms and conditions for being in this "relationship" with Mr. Maxwell. I understand that if I brake any of the rules I will be severely punished.

Sign here ..............

He wanted me to be in a fake relationship with him!?

"No! You don't know me, I don't know you, you are a man whore, a play boy! How do you know I am not in a relationship!?" This really pissed me off.

"Instinct, and I know of my ways but I have to sign a contract as well so you can trust me" He answered calmly.

"How are you so calm!? Have you done this before? Huh!? And no I cannot trust you, I don't even know who you are!?" I was furious. So I slapped him. Now it was his turn to be furious. He grabbed my hair and smashed his lips to mine. It was amazing. Fantastic. Perfect. Fake.

"No Mr Maxwell. I am not signing that, I am not just another one of your mystery girls that the paparazzi discuss who I might be" with that I exited his office.

A/n

Another short one I know

All my love olivia

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