The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: The Guest

Whoever sat in that chair had an assertive, deadly presence around him that caused a chill in the air. I’ve been scared since I was taken against my will and got mixed up in this misunderstanding, but now I don’t think anything would help me even if I tried.

I’m terrified to my bones.

My hands can’t stop shaking, even though I’ve clenched them into fists to keep still. But I don’t want to give any of them that satisfaction of seeing me shiver like a mouse. If I’m going to survive this, then I must be strong.

"What do you think?" Marcus asked proudly, as if I were a prize in display. "She’s fucking tight, isn’t she? I picked her myself, knowing this was gonna please you."

This guest hadn’t said a word, and as the silence grew graveyard-like without even a hint of recognition, the brothers grew apprehensive, sharing looks and communicating with their eyes.

Whatever this was didn’t seem to be going according to plan. Good for them, but not good for me because, for some annoying reason, I could feel his eyes glued to me. He hasn’t taken it off since I walked into this room.

How would he? I admit I looked like a slut, but this was the hottest I’ve ever been, and I was probably glittering like a fucking diamond.

It’s like I had taken on a new identity, and I could do something without my morals glowering behind me. Of course, that was the whole reason for this disguise in the first place. Not to be Catherine Lane or King, just a random woman clubbing to heart’s content.

And then this shit happened.

Maybe I should do something to make them hate me? That was certainly a good idea. Maybe I should fart or—!

"She’ll do."

My stomach dropped, my whole plan going up in flames.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Marcus and Milo smirked on cue, speaking with their eyes again. They rose to their feet, and I wanna run, but my legs won’t move.

As they walked past me, Milo gave me a knowing smirk before speaking to me in a whisper. "We’re gonna have some fun later. Keep your ass sleek for me."

I wanted so badly to jam this needle in his dick, so close to doing it as his eyes dipped to my ass peeking from this dress.

When the door slammed shut, I was alone with him. I fiddled with the rim of my dress, discreetly setting the needle in a way I could pull it out easily. It’s not too late.

I kept my expression in a deep frown. Why is he just lurking there like a creep?

"What do you want? A pole dance or on the lap. I’ll warn you, my pole dancing skills are very bad."

Way to make our situation better, Catherine. What are you gonna do next? Strip for him?

"Honestly, I have no skills. Marcus made a bad choice. I do know a girl who you’re gonna love. Ashley! Heard she’s the queen of dance. Want me to bring her up?"

There was still no response, and by the second, I’m not only terrified but frustrated.

But then he moved, simply pressing the bottom of his cigar on the ashtray beside his chair.

I flinched. His deep, masculine voice took me by surprise. Jesus! B-But why does it sound so familiar?

N-No, it can’t be. There’s no way that’s—!

A-Ares?

In my years working with him, I have seen the devil as Mister Ice because he was always impassive, mute most of the time, but those were the qualities of an impenetrable businessman, who took his work as utmost priority, but this...? I don’t know what it was, but I’m scared right now more than I’ve been in the last two hours in this mess.

"Do you know obedience, Diamond?"

I could hear my shaky intake of breath, obscuring my ears as something hit harder than all my emotions combined. Betrayal.

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