The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Unlike The Devil

CATHERINE

I can’t believe this is happening right now.

I had no idea how Ares knew where my room was or how I ended up like this. Trapped between pleasure and pain as he spanked the daylights out of me. I can’t make a sound, or else I’d be gearing for something far worse.

I bit down on the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut, but the collision of his palm wasn’t as harsh. It was softer.

At the last count, I released a breath, trying to collect air amidst ignoring the sting shooting across my skin. I felt his cold lips on the spot, and my toes curled at the tenderness. He readjusted me to lie properly and followed next.

I sobbed, my cheeks wet with tears as I grew woozy. I flinched when I felt his thumb brush my face.

"That’s the tears I like to see," he murmured.

He’s sick, and I’m the sickest because after he clearly stared at me with disgust, my fucking heart still races.

I pulled away from his hold and did my best to turn towards the other side, whilst wincing in pain.

"Be out before morning," I said, closing my eyes and welcoming sleep.

~☆~

When I opened my eyes again, it was morning, the fragments of last night shooting through me. I hissed, sitting up, and when I looked over my shoulder, the space was empty.

Swallowing a heavy lump in my throat, I pushed to stand, in need of a cold, long shower.

But my phone rang, and seeing Tori’s name as the caller, I wasn’t sure if I should pick up or not. She has left me messages, but I haven’t replied to any of them.

I’m such a shitty friend.

I sat back down on the bed, chewing the inside of my mouth. I swiped the answer button.

"Hey."

"Hey, you..."

"I’m sorry, I know I haven’t been responsive lately."

"That’s because you are enjoying your honeymoon," she teased.

"Tori..."

"You are, aren’t you? And don’t tell me the devil is your roommate, because I swear to god that can’t be possible given the sexual energy oozing between you two."

"W-We don’t ooze sexual energy."

"And my hair isn’t curly."

I rubbed my temple. "Honeymoon’s over. I’m in Rosevale."

"Rosevale? Did you make a stop at home? How did it get to that?"

"Gramps, he um—"

"Oh my god, is he okay?"

"Yeah. He’s just under a lot of stress, and he needs rest, so I’d be spending some time here until I can figure out a way to get the farm running because if I don’t, Gramps is gonna take it upon himself to do that."

"What do you plan to do now?"

"Find some workers."

"You got money for that? I thought everything was going to the bills."

"I have savings, and it’s decent enough to make it work."

"I can help and—"

"No, no. You have your apartment to worry about, and your shifts aren’t as frequent."

"I completely forgot about that..." she grumbled. "It seems like I need a part-time job."

"Look at us..." I said, amused. "This brings back memories, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah..." she drawled sweetly. "When we had to worry about nothing but trying to live through another day in Midnight City. It was never friendly to average people like us."

"It never was..."

"But the bills were paid, and there are more job opportunities."

"Exactly. Big city. Big dreams. Big fat paychecks. Don’t get me started on how quickly those can vanish."

She giggled, but I couldn’t share in her excitement. I’m yet to tell her that after this contract, I was gonna leave Midnight for good.

"Don’t worry, I bet our dreams are gonna come true. I’m gonna open my own pub one day."

"I believe in you. Always."

"Don’t worry, Cat. When all this is over, and you’re free of the devil, everything is gonna work out. I’m sure. No more spotlight and all those dramas, right?" She sounded hopeful.

Free of the devil.

For some reason, those words seemed like the big dreams we were chasing our entire life.

"Cat?"

"You were right, Tori," I said, leveling my gaze. "I do have... feelings... for Ares, and it gets worse, because I don’t know what to do with them. The possible thing is act on them and take charge, as Catherine Lane always does... but this time is different. I don’t want it, and I wish I can get rid of them."

"I’m sorry, munchkin."

"Don’t be..." I forced a smile, as I blinked away the sting in my eyes. "Ares, he..."

"Talk to me, Cat."

I don’t even have the answer to that question.

Crap.

"King has done all the work; he’s probably fixing the tractor right now. He’s actually good with things like that, unfortunately."

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