The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Wrecked But Alive

I moaned as I pressed the ice pack against my cheek. That hit the spot. Just what I needed to ease that ache that felt like my teeth were gonna fall off.

I had little bruising there and a cut, but it wasn’t that deep; the scrape on my thigh wasn’t either, and a plaster had helped with it.

I’m still stunned I came out of that ordeal with these only, and I’m not fighting for my life in a hospital. Guess I should be thankful for the little lessons Reed gave me, even though he objected to it, and told me he was gonna protect me no matter what, I still insisted I needed something to defend myself with.

It was all fueled by what happened to me in the past, how I was tossed around like a pig for slaughter. I clenched and unclenched my fist. I’m still not as strong as I hoped to be; I almost lost my life if it hadn’t been for Harper and Ares.

I exhaled sharply as I closed my eyes. Despite all this, I was glad the worst was over, and no lives were lost. Harper was taken to the hospital on time, and she was expected to make a full recovery.

Tough girl.

When I opened my eyes, I peered at the mirror and found Ares at the doorway. I turned slowly, wincing a little bit.

"Esme?"

"Asleep."

I thought she wouldn’t. She didn’t say a word or let go of Ares the entire time.

Ares came close. "You should be in the hospital."

"I’m fine... shockingly, I got out of that with just a few bruises." I set the ice down and felt Ares’ hand grip beneath my chin so that my eyes were on him.

I swallowed a lump in my throat as we both lingered for a stretchy time until he spoke, his masculine voice making the butterflies in my stomach dance.

"Tell me what you need."

"A bath, a warm one," I replied.

Without a word, he walked to my bathroom, and I heard the water running. Using my dresser for support, I stood and trekked to the bathroom, leaning against the doorway frame as I scrutinized Ares.

My eyes tracked his every movement, licking my lips as he navigated everything like he had been here for long. He knew where I kept everything, treating the space as if it were his.

Ares’ eyes stayed on me, and I could tell he was examining my bruise. I could sense it even though there were no words exchanged; he didn’t need to say a word.

I undid the knot of my robe and allowed it to pool at my feet. His eyes descended as I walked to him.

"I’m not in pain," I said, dipping my hand in the water to check the temperature. It’s perfect. Just the way I like it. And the fragrance coming from it was my favorite.

"Thank you..." I said about getting in, but Ares suddenly began stripping, his shirt dropping on the floor, blessing my eyes.

"What are you..." I trailed as he unzipped his jeans, taking them off and kicking them aside.

My mouth hung at the sight of his boxer briefs, the poor material gripped for their dear life, sticking to him like a second skin, and the very prominent outline of his cock stared right at me. Fuck! I have forgotten how big—! I turned away when he took them off.

"Ares..." I began. "The tub is not big enough for two."

Especially for him!

"It’ll do."

I must have exaggerated about the tub not fitting him. Still...!

He’s clearly fully erect.

I-Ignore? How the heck am I supposed to do that?!

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