The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: The Devil’s An Ass

"Where do you wanna do it then?" I asked bitterly, gauging his reaction, but I had better luck steering the North Pole. "The table or against the wall. Let’s get on with it, since it’s the only reason I’m—"

Ares snatched my neck at lightning speed, his lips smashing against mine in a bruising kiss.

I fought him, but I was backed to the wall, the breath knocked out of my lungs, only to be taken away once again when he covered my mouth fiercely.

This wasn’t a warm-up for a quick fuck, this was something else... and before I knew it, I was kissing him back at the same frequency, trying to keep up as we both fought for dominance.

I easily freed my wrist, which he had trapped above my head, gripping his broad shoulders before desperately gliding my hand.

I thought Ares would stop me, but for some reason, he couldn’t at that moment, and with delight, I slipped my hands into his hair.

I moaned, relishing the feel of the full texture between my fingers, shudders breaking through my body as I tried to savor this moment as best as I could, only for it to be ripped away from me when he pulled away.

Walking to his desk, resting his hands against it, and panting harshly for a reason I can’t explain.

I was glued to the wall, trying to have a grasp of my mind, but all I could think about was his lips on mine, his body pressed against mine, and his hands everywhere in a span of seconds.

I leveled my gaze at my blouse; the buttons had popped open, my bra was showing, and my tits were almost spilling out of it. When did he—!

"We’ll be attending an event this weekend. The All Hallows’ Gala. I’m listed, and it’s crucial we attend. Our appearance will dull the heat on the leaked image and quell my father’s suspicions."

All the while he talked, he had his back to me.

All Hallows’ Gala, that’s the term for a Halloween party for the elites. An occasion where everyone comes to showcase their wealth and show the city how better they are.

I recalled seeing something like that on TV, but only the red carpet; the event itself was more private. Tori and I would joke about the things that played out inside.

"Leave. I’m done with you."

I scoffed, fixing my blouse with a speed I didn’t know I had, and walked out of the office, making sure I slammed the door shut loudly.

~☆~

"Thanks..." I said as Tori handed me a glass of Coke.

"I thought you were gonna ask me for something stronger." She nudged her head to Nico and Reed at the booth, comfortable. "You have two men really to sweep you up your feet."

I rolled my eyes. "More like to make my day worse because I can’t go anywhere without two men breathing down my neck."

I was never against the thought of a bodyguard, but now it seems like I’m being watched, not guarded.

"That guy in a wine-red suit keeps staring at me."

"Nico?"

"Ew! He just winked at me."

"Ignore him, he’s probably high. Everyone should be at this point, at least you can’t worry about shit and you’re on top of the world."

"I take it the not-so-romantic date didn’t go well."

I nodded, and her nostrils flared. She was pissed, but she shoved that emotion away and took my hand.

"I’m sorry."

"Don’t be. This was all my fault for getting carried away."

"What happened exactly? I don’t wanna side with him right now, but I thought Ares King was the king of timekeeping."

"Yeah, he is. But a workaholic will always be one. His work was more important. He could have just texted me and said so, but no, not worth it, and coming back drunk was the final nail on the wall."

"Drunk?"

"Uh-huh." I took a sip of my drink, my eyes moving to the TV where a news program was ongoing. It wasn’t loud, but it looked like something serious.

"What’s that?"

"Oh, that! It’s been never-ending. There was a shootout three nights ago. No bodies were found, and the cops came up with nothing. The crime scene showed violence, but nothing to trace."

"That can’t be possible, can it?" I blinked.

"It can be if gangsters are involved. The crime wave of this city is like a myth, but you know it’s there... like the underworld."

I was tense. "W-What was that? What you said last."

She shrugged. "The Underworld. I came across some theories about it."

"I-I didn’t know you followed things like that. I mean, I know you watch documentaries, but this is..."

"That Noah Voss must have been part of the violence." Tori leaned close and whispered. "He could be mafia."

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