The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

"Aah… Aah… Aah!"

"Oh.. Ummm. Aah!

The sound of a woman moaning along with a man groaning in pleasure echoed in the entire room.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

Plap! Plap! Plap!

The sound of the bed moving and the slapping of flesh to flesh could also be heard, accompanying the sound of their heavy breathing, panting, and soft moans.

Tristan Davis, the well-known CEO of the Heavenly Star Enterprise, was currently having an 'extreme-physical-workout' with a girl inside his condo unit.

He was a famous Casanova… a certified womanizer who would bring women into his bed once he had set his eyes on her.

And the girl who was in his bed right now and being impaled by him was his another victim…. a victim of his irresistible charm.

They were both drowning themselves in this carnal desire when suddenly Tristan's phone rang. Someone was calling him.

Though he was busy pleasuring the woman under him, he still managed to take a peek at his phone to see who was calling him.

When he saw that the caller was his assistant, he reached out to his phone and answered the call.

"Hey… Matthew, what's up?.... urgh! You know I am in the middle... of a very important session. Oh! Aaah… I told you not to call me... if it is not an emergency. Aah! Aah!... I thought I already made myself clear with this."

Tristan was still able to tell his assistant what he wanted though he was a little bit distracted by the sensation of his continuous pounding of the girl under him.

"I know sir. This is definitely an emergency that's why I call you." His assistant stated with certainty.

Tristan frowned and asked, "What is it? Is there something wrong that happened in the office? Do we have a problem with the company?"

"No sir. This is not related to the company." Matthew promptly said.

"So what the hell is this considered an emergency?"

"The Chairman… your grandpa is now on his way to your condo unit. He is now at the elevator going there!"

"WHAT?! My Grandpa!" Tristan exclaimed, stopping what he was doing.

'F*ck! I am doomed! This is not an emergency. If he sees me here while doing this… argh! It will be a catastrophe for me!' Tristan thought to himself as he cursed inwardly.

"Hey… Babe? Why did you stop?" The girl asked, moving her hips upwards to meet his.

"Argh!" A soft groan escaped his mouth due to the girl's sudden movement.

"Matthew! For goodness sake, I haven't found my release yet!!! Please can you hold my grandfather for a while, even just for five minutes? I will make this quick I promise!" Tristan begged Matthew.

Tristan heard Matthew heave a deep sigh.

"Ok, sir! I'll try my best!"

He immediately hung up the phone and he turned to the girl under him.

"Tanya… sorry, Babe. There is an emergency. No more foreplay today. Let's finish this quickly. I have to cum inside you as fast as possible. I'll be rough. Do you still want to do this?" Tristan asked permission to the girl, caressing her face.

The girl just nodded at him with a grin. That's her go signal. She immediately pulled his head towards her, sealing his lips with a hungry passionate kiss.

Tristan returned her kiss with a fervent need while thrusting in and out of her at a very fast pace. After a while, he broke the kiss. He grabbed one of her legs and put it on his shoulder and began pounding her harder and deeper.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

The creaking sound of the bed became louder because of their intense movement.

"Aah! Aah… yes! Yes! Tristan!! I like it...rough! Har...der! Ahh..fas-ter!"

Within the duration of five minutes, he continued banging her non-stop.

"Aah... I think I'm cumming!"

"Tristaaaan!"

"Aaaah!"

Ding!

Ding!

The moment they reached their climax they heard the ringing sound of the doorbell.

"F*ck! The danger just arrived!" Tristan cursed, getting off the bed immediately.

In a flash, Tristan put his clothes on. Then he quickly picked up the woman's clothes scattered on the floor.

"Babe, get up! Go to the bathroom and hide! Stay there! And don't make any sound."

He pulled her up, stuffing her clothes into her hands.

"Hey, what is this all about?" The girl complained to him.

"Sshhh!" Tristan signaled her to just keep quiet.

Ding! Ding!

They heard another sound of the doorbell. Tristan gave the woman a pleading look before pushing her towards the bathroom.

"Remember what I said… don't make unnecessary noise and don't leave here. Understand?"

The girl just nodded with confusion. Tristan immediately dashed out of his room to welcome his VIP visitor whom he considered a 'danger'.

When he opened the door, his assistant and an old dignified man who symbolized valor and power came into his view. An awkward smile automatically formed from the corner of his lips.

"Hi, Grandpa! You surprised me with this sudden visit." He greeted him. Then he turned to Matthew as they exchanged meaningful glances with each other.

The old man merely lifted his one brow, without responding to Tristan. He looked like he was in a bad mood. Tristan groaned inwardly seeing the serious expression of his grandfather.

He let them in and guided them towards the living room.

"Grandpa… do you want coffee or tea?" He asked him, trying to maintain his cool.

The old man just gave him a side glance. After his long silence, he spoke up.

"Why are you covered by sweats?" His grandpa asked him, there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Tristan let out a forced laugh, scratching the back of his head.

"I'd just done 'working out' when you arrived, Grandpa." He lied.

Matthew's lips twitched in a suppressed smile and thought to himself.

'Working out or Making out with a girl in your bed?'

His grandpa turned to him with a straight face.

"Don't need to prepare drinks. I will not beat around the bush. I will now tell you what I came here for." He said firmly with his authoritative voice.

"I am quite disappointed with your performance for these past few months." He told Tristan frankly.

"Huh? Grandpa? What are you talking about? Our stocks are doing well. I am managing the company very well too. I doubled our profits for these past few months." Tristan defended himself.

The old man sneered at him. "I am not talking about the company. I am talking about your scandals with women!"

Tristan burst out laughing. "Grandpa, this is not my fault. Your grandson inherits your good looks, that's why I am popular with the girls!"

His grandpa shot him a sharp glare.

'Does he think that his sweet words would still work on me? No way!'

"Tristan Davis! You are a grown-up now. But when will you mature?! Stop playing around with women… go find someone and settle down already!" His grandpa started to scold him.

Matthew, who was just listening on the side, was trying his best to contain his laughter. Their mighty CEO was currently being scolded by his grandpa, calling him immature.

Well, he couldn't blame their chairman. This grandson of his was a very naughty and stubborn fellow. Oftentimes he was the source of headaches of this poor old man.

The old man cleared his throat and with his seriousness and all, he said to him...

"Find a wife or else I will strip you of your CEO's position!"

Tristan: "WHAT???"