The CEO Gets What He Wants

She had been looking for this man everywhere and never thought that she would find him here.

Who would have thought that they would meet under such awkward circumstances?

He was the wealthy customer who could afford anything he wanted, whereas she was a salesgirl selling contraceptives.

Everyone turned to them as Cayden took a puff of smoke and spoke to her.

Half of the men in the room attended the same school as Cayden, some of whom were even his classmates, while the other half were people he met during adulthood due to their families' businesses. These were all the people he got along well with.

All of them were either married, in a relationship, or had friends-with-benefits.

Cayden was the only one without a partner.

Hence, someone was once bold enough to send a good-looking and mild-mannered young man to sleep with him.

He figured Cayden must be attracted to men since he didn't like women.

However, the young man returned in the end, feeling dejected and wondering if he was attractive enough, for why else wouldn't Cayden sleep with him?

After years of observation, his friends concluded that Cayden had no interest in men and women alike.

In fact, he could very well be asexual.

They sometimes wondered if Cayden identified as aromantic and asexual because of his busy work schedule and workaholic nature.

All in all, he was a rare specimen in their eyes.

They even speculated that he only artificially inseminated a woman with his sperm to bear him two kids for the sake of continuing his bloodline.

At that moment, they found it hard to believe that Cayden was chatting up a girl who was selling contraceptives of his own accord.

One of the men who were playing poker held the cigarette dangling from his lips between his fingers and called Avery over. “I don't care what you're selling right now. Have a seat first.”

Just like that, he dragged Avery over.

“Have a seat.” The gentleman gestured at the seat next to Cayden.

The man even poured her a glass of water after she sat down obediently. From the way he talked and acted around her, it was as if he was interacting with a VIP.

In truth, he was worried that Avery would leave.

After all, she was the first woman Mr. Cayden had ever taken a proper look at in his twenty-nine years of life.

In fact, it was an understatement to say that she was even more precious than diamonds.

“Enjoy your chat. Call us if you need anything.” The man returned to the poker table after taking care of Avery.

There was a partition in the corner where Cayden was chilling.

The man who had served Avery her drink even pulled the partition over for their privacy's sake before he left them on their own.

“What are you selling? Let me take a look,” Cayden took another puff of smoke and said.

Avery froze and kept quiet.

After a while, he reached out and opened the small briefcase.

Rows of contraceptives filled the briefcase. They were all bundled up in rubber bands and arranged neatly in rows.

The contraceptives were packaged in bright-colored wrappers, making them look tawdry, and a layer of plastic was wrapped around them for waterproofing.

As Cayden stared at the contraceptives, he reached out and burnt the packaging with his cigarette.

Avery was rendered speechless by his actions. I thought he just wanted to count the goods.

She fell silent when she found out that her contraceptives were damaged.

Avery knew very well just how ill-tempered and harsh this man could be when he was in a bad mood.

However, she decided to put up with him upon the thought of Zachary and Rory.

Everything she had heard from Xavier was merely the result of her own speculation. It made sense but lacked proof.

After all, she didn't want to mistaken the children to be hers.

She wanted to hear it from Cayden since he was the most credible source.

At the moment, Cayden looked like he could kill someone as he stared at the contraceptives.

Given that he had been smoking a lot and the temperature was dropping, his voice turned hoarse. “Do Uncle Toby and his family know you're selling these?” he asked huskily.

Upon hearing his question, Avery kept quiet.

She had a feeling she wouldn't be able to hold a conversation with this man today.

He was filled with ill intentions the moment he opened his mouth to speak.

“Why are you selling contraceptives after marrying Dylan? Is he treating you poorly? Do you need money that badly?” Cayden frowned and asked.

“I'm sorry, but my boss told us that we are not allowed to chat with our customers. Please don't get in my way of making a living if you're not planning to buy from me.” Avery was about to get up with the briefcase in hand.

Cayden reached out and grabbed her hand as soon as she stood up without missing a beat.