The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Just Another Day Being A King

"Just another day being a King."

Like getting dragged into a misunderstanding, momentarily kidnapped, and forced to please a guest who turned out to be Ares. Sucking his cock off like a doll. An endless night of continuous nasty fucking. An ache between my legs and ass, that’s driving me insane every second.

Okay... maybe that sounded less than a King’s day. It’s just a day in my life as Catherine Lane, contract wife to an impassive devil.

"It seems like the accident from a month ago isn’t the stress you’re currently facing."

"I’m way over that, trust me, it’s all a bad memory." I took my coffee for a drink.

"I can see that. I would like to make a suggestion... couples therapy."

I choked, coughing loudly.

"Mrs. King, are you alright?"

He rose to help, but I stuck out a hand to stop him.

"I’m sorry, what?"

He sat down and sighed. "It’s only a suggestion. Maybe with that, you can be more open-minded with him, and I would just be here to guide you through it."

I cleared my throat. "Trust me, you don’t want Ares King as your patient, you’re gonna be the one going insane."

"Client..." he corrected. "Not patient."

"All the same at this point."

"Would you like me to discuss with him? That should help."

"No!"

"Understood. You can let me know when you change your mind."

I doubt that will ever happen.

"So were we?" He asked.

This was gonna be a long session.

~☆~

When I shut the door behind me, I found Reed waiting for me, leaning against the wall.

"Seriously?"

He pushed off the wall, hands buried in his brown coat. "Apologies, Mrs. King."

I rolled my eyes, walking, and he followed.

"It’s not like saying that is gonna change anything. This is Ares’ doing." I glanced at him. "I hope I didn’t get you and Nico in trouble."

"Ms. Athena vouched for us. My head is still intact, so we’re good."

Thank God for Athena.

"I’m sorry... we were only gonna spend a few hours there and be back before everything went sideways."

"It’s alright."

"Sure?" I nudged my elbow against his arm, and he smiled.

"It must’ve been something you needed to do. I had a thought that the weekend at the King’s didn’t go so well."

"So bad I had to start therapy," I snorted.

He chuckled. "Everything’s okay, right?"

"I have a feeling telling you yes will sound like I’m lying. So I won’t answer, and don’t ask me why."

"Are you gonna make another stop at the coffee shop?"

"No. Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Your caffeine intake has increased," he pointed out.

See? Paranoid. I actually thought he was on to me there.

"Not today. Though I wish there was something I could do so that I don’t go back to that office."

"Are you and Mr. King fighting? Well, he did told me to drive you back to the penthouse after the appointment."

I halted my steps. "He did?"

"Yeah, he said you’re not feeling well."

I puffed my cheek at the small mirror, checking if the concealer was still covering my bruise. Thank God for concealers.

Why are they staring... hard?

Did someone die?

"Haven’t you seen the news?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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