The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Drive You Insane [1]

[Music: Drive You Insane By Daniel Di Angelo]

I didn’t move because it seemed as if my legs were stapled there. I swallowed a lump in my throat when he towered over me.

"Are you sure that’s the only reason?" he asked in a ragged whisper. "If there is... Tell me."

There was a power in his voice that made my pulse race, and I was this close to spilling every secret I have.

I clenched the file tightly against my chest. "She’s asking questions, looking into my background. She wants to know what our relationship is really about."

"Anything else?"

I shuddered. "No."

I kept my eyes pinned on him, unwavering, silently praying he wouldn’t ask more than this.

"I’ll handle it."

"G-Good." I turned to leave, but he stopped me again.

"Are you avoiding me?"

"No! Why would I?"

He held my chin captive so that my eyes were suddenly on his.

"You’re a ghost in my office."

"I’m working."

"We’re both working," he countered. "Tell me what’s on your mind."

"There’s nothing on my mind."

"Are you sure?"

He’s speaking more than usual and asking a lot of questions. I don’t know if I should feel good or worried about it.

"Yes."

He brushed my chin before he released it. The lingering ghostly feel of his touch overwhelmed me, but I did my best to shove it.

"You didn’t have breakfast, so we’ll do lunch." He checked his Rolex. "In five minutes. Is that enough to file those?"

I stroked a stiff nod only, following behind when he stepped into his office.

I walked to my desk to round up my work, setting the papers down and taking out the files. My eyes briefly flashed to Ares, and he was watching me.

He reclined in the leather chair, rocking gently, one hand on the armrest, and his thumb stroking his jaw.

I cleared my throat, going back to work, hoping I could zone him out, but I couldn’t shake that cold focus.

I shivered, sluggish even though I was on the clock, and it took forever to file these papers.

"Is my signature needed?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Then come here."

That unexplainable feeling coiled my insides, and on autopilot, I pushed to my feet and walked to him.

"Closer."

I swallowed a lump in my throat and rounded his table and dropped the file. "Sign here and—" I flinched when I felt his hand at the back of my thigh, his fingers brushing the smooth area.

"Mr. King," I whispered.

"Yes?"

"Y-Your signature."

It took a second before he took his pen and signed where I pointed, and the moment he did the last, I quickly gathered them and hurried back to my desk.

"Ready?"

He spent the entire night looking for it?

Why would Ares King do something like that?

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