The Blind CEO Teen Lover

DAISY JOYCE

I took a deep breath, I tried to calm the whirlwind of nerves that fluttered in my stomach. Today was particularly important; my sister-in-law was visiting, and I wanted everything to be perfect. With a warm smile plastered on my face, I opened the door to greet her. "Oh, welcome! How was your journey?" I inquired, gesturing for her to enter. "Please, have a seat."

She settled down gracefully, and I couldn't help but admire her beauty. "Wow, you are really stunning! I don't understand how my brother managed to find such a young and pretty lady like you," I complimented genuinely. Her cheeks flushed with a slight pink hue as she accepted the praise. "Thank you! You're so kind!" she replied.

Then, with genuine curiosity in her eyes, she asked, "Is your husband around?"

I shook my head, nervousness creeping back in. "No, but he's on his way. He should be here soon."

Her expression softened, and she nodded in understanding. "Okay, that reminds me, it might be a silly question, but if you don't mind, could you tell me how you and my brother met?"

At that moment, tension gripped my body, causing me to almost falter on my feet. I had never prepared for such a direct question, and I suddenly found myself panicking. What if Damond had shared details about our meeting that didn't match my response? I needed to be careful; if I said something wrong, it could raise suspicions.

"Okay, I'll just have to come up with something," I thought quickly. I was about to fabricate an answer when I heard a voice at the entrance.

"Is that the reason you came to visit?" Damond asked playfully, stepping into the room.

My sister-in-law smiled and asked, "Daisy, I'm curious about how you two met?"

I interjected hurriedly, "No... No, we met at a bar, if you're really interested."

But even as the words left my mouth, I felt a pang of guilt and confusion. "Wait, how would a man like him visit a bar with his blindness? How could he even see what he was drinking?" My thoughts spiraled as I realized the absurdity of my answer, but I quickly shook myself back to reality.

Now was not the time to dwell on those thoughts. I rushed to Damond's side, enveloping him in a warm hug, relishing the comfort of his presence. "Danny, love! How was work today?" I asked, gazing into his eyes.

"Fine," he responded, his tone steady but his expression unreadable.

"Hope you're not overwhelmed with work," I said, softening my gaze to convey my concern.

"No, not at all." He returned my smile, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. "Thank God everything is going as planned."

DAMOND CHRIS

I had hurried home, my heart racing as I approached the door. Just before entering, I overheard Daisy—my wife, my dear Daisy—being asked about how we met. There was a tense silence that stretched on longer than it should have, and I knew I had to intervene.

My sister-in-law has always been perceptive; I could sense her probing nature. I opened the door decisively and stepped inside. "We met at a bar to ease the tension in the atmosphere," I said confidently, hoping to deflect any further inquiries.

Moments later, Daisy hugged me tightly, and her adoration was palpable. She uttered words that were intended to soothe, leaving me momentarily stunned. I thought, "Good, she's performing as I expected."

We settled into the living room, where the conversation flowed smoothly. My sister-in-law continued, "Wow, this marriage seems perfect! From the first day I saw you together, I knew you would prefer someone younger, not a lady closer to your age."

Before I could respond, my sister piped up, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Sister-in-law, if you don't mind me asking, why do you want to marry my brother, knowing he is significantly older than you?"

Daisy, with unwavering confidence, replied, "Love doesn't recognize age. It goes beyond numbers; what matters is the affection we share."

My sister nodded, seemingly impressed. "I see. I think I will learn a lot about maintaining a relationship just by observing you two," she said thoughtfully.

DAISY JOYCE

Just then, Damond's sister's phone rang, slicing through our conversation like a knife. "Excuse me, I need to take this call," she said, rising from her seat.

As soon as she stepped away, I felt a swell of satisfaction. "I acted well just now," I thought, recalling my childhood dream of becoming an actress. I wished I had pursued this passion more seriously, but circumstances had held me back following a tragic accident ten years ago.

"Did I perform well?" I asked Damond, my pride shining through.

"Yes," he replied, and I beamed at his affirmation. But then another thought crossed my mind. "Oh, that reminds me, I don't really know much about you, especially your age," I said casually, but his silence was telling.

"You do realize your parents might be curious about my age?" I pressed, and he finally answered with a stoic tone, "30 years."

The sudden revelation hit me like a cold wave, and I instinctively removed my hand from his, forgetting that our fingers were intertwined moments earlier. Daunted by his age, I stammered, "I'm sorry for holding your hand for too long! It's just that you look so much younger than your age, and it caught me off guard."

To my dismay, my words seemed to ignite something inside him. His demeanor shifted, and I could sense his anger brewing beneath the surface. "Keep a distance now," he said with an edge in his voice.

Surprised, I scooted away to the edge of the couch, my heart racing with confusion. "Did I say something wrong?" I questioned myself inwardly.

Moments later, the door opened, and I quickly moved back to his side, instinctively grasping his hand again. Just then, his sister re-entered the room and paused at the sight of us. I could feel her skepticism, so on a whim, I gave Damond a gentle peck on the cheek, hoping to dispel any doubts.

"Oh sister-in-law, please! Not in my presence! I won't be staying for dinner. I just got a call from my agent," she remarked, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and surprise.

"Are you really an actress?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"No, I'm a singer. I go by the name Mimi. I hope that's okay," she replied with a humble smile.

"So, you didn't know I'm a singer?" I responded playfully.

"No, it's not that; I saw you in a series," she said, a glimmer of recognition in her eyes.

"Yes, I was featured in an advertisement. But I need to give you both some space, so I won't be staying overnight. Let's plan to meet again during the weekend. Bye for now!" she said as she waved at us.

Once she left, I turned to Damond, but he had already stood up and walked into his study, leaving me in a whirlwind of confusion. What had I done wrong? Did I misstep in any way? While I knew I could not concern myself with his feelings, I couldn't help wondering why he'd reacted with such anger. And then it struck me: I had plans to open a bank account soon, and I hoped the "mad dog" wouldn't bark at me when the time came. Fear mingled with anticipation as I pondered what lay ahead.