The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: The Black Kiss [1]

I stayed in Esme’s room for a while, even though she had fallen asleep a few hours ago.

I observed how peaceful she looked. Surprisingly, she told me she had the best time and begged that we should attend more of them.

Her hand tightly against mine loosened as she turned the other way, clinging to her teddy.

I covered her up more before I left the room, closing the door behind me. My steps were slow, hand buried in my pocket as I made my way to our room.

Catherine was at the dresser, in the middle of applying lotion on her leg, her milky skin glistening in the dim light as hand glided through them.

"Tonight was a success..." She said, discerning me. "Hopefully, those awful rumors will be no more."

When I didn’t say anything, she moved her eyes to the mirror.

"You haven’t said a word the rest of the night." She pushed to stand, and I got a good view of her nightdress, transparent, leaving nothing to imagination, her silk robe draping down her shoulder flawlessly.

"I’ll deal with..." My jaw tightened as I forced the words out. "I’ll deal with Agatha... you won’t see or worry about her again."

I had to. I should. It was one promise I made to myself after everything became clear. Naturally, I waited until Elias was out of the picture.

This hesitation frustrated me as much as all my shortcomings. Eating me from the inside out. This was a burden I had to deal with.

"I’ll handle it..." I voice more strongly before leaving the room.

~☆~

The music made the floor beneath my feet vibrate, drowning out any other noise. As I navigated the hallway with my men behind me, eyes flew in my direction, but no one came forward, all in shock at my unexpected entrance.

They parted like the sea as we walked the long aisle, my men crowding the entire place.

I took my seat at the end of the aisle, crossing my legs. A case was opened, and I took the Cuban cigar, pressing it between my lips, and a Zippo lit the end for me.

I took a soft drag, my eyes darting towards everyone. Someone walked up to me, careful and swift.

"Don King... It’s been so long since you have honored us with your presence."

Nico leaned down to me from behind and whispered in my ear.

"Felix Grant."

Grant.

I moved my eyes back to him. "You owe this club..."

"Yes... and as I said, it’s an honor to have you back."

"Then you know why I’m here."

He sat on the couch. "Yes, I do. We all do."

"I knew your father. He was a good man."

"I’m sure he’s grateful that you still recognize this place as your own and—"

I uncrossed my leg, resting my arms on my knees. "Round everyone."

"E-Everyone...?"

A slow smile curved on my lips. "Including the ones my Grandmother made generous donations to."

Felix paused about saying what I don’t want to hear, but he seemed to consider before shutting his mouth.

"I will, just give me—"

"One hour."

"O-On it, Don King."

Felix proved useful, and the next hour, the Chesterfield sofas facing opposite each other were filled with men, all familiar faces.

Vixen.

I clenched the iPad tightly, wondering what this was about. Why would they send me something like this? Do they realize how valuable this information was?

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