The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Personal Addiction

I stepped into the living room, the light from sunrise filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dousing everything in colors. Midnight’s skyscraper lights still flickered on and would soon go dim.

It’s been a long night.

I closed my eyes. I could still smell her; every inch of my personal space has been tainted. I can’t go a day without occasionally taking a whiff of the air like a dog.

I walked to the counter where the stools were lined. I caught one out of place and gave a gentle push until it was in perfect line.

I dropped my leather briefcase, opened it, pulled out my iPad, and set it in place.

I took off my black gloves as the camera feed of Catherine’s room came up. She’s still fast asleep. However, somewhere at night, she had woken up to change into her nightwear to get a comfortable rest, and she was hugging that bunny teddy.

I eyed the thing made of nothing but cotton and stitches, and I wondered how she could derive solace from clinging to that thing. Irritation bit through me as my finger tapped against the counter, impatiently.

Letting out a low exhale, I took off my coat and placed it on the counter, then my suit jacket, until I was just in my white shirt. I undid my tie, too, before I rolled my sleeves and turned off the feed. I washed my hands with soap and got to making breakfast.

A moment later, I heard sharp heel noises and a very stout perfume filled my nose.

"Morning!"

"I should change my password," I said, slicing the avocado.

"Do that and I’ll just hack it again. You should really choose something stronger," Athena said.

I doubt that will work; her hacking skills were impeccable.

"When did you get back?" She asked, taking in my clothes before her eyes roamed the living room. "Where’s wifey?"

"Sleeping," I replied, pressing down the lever for the toast, and proceeded to wash the raspberries.

"Aww! She must be so tired. What did you do to her?"

I recalled Catherine suspended over my desk, dripping all over, her pussy clenching around my fingers, and her moans like music to my ears.

I cracked my neck, ignoring the tightness in my pants.

"Work," I replied.

"Workaholic! Don’t drag my Cat with you, she’s not a machine like you." She pulled out the stool to sit. "Hmmm...! That smells good. Is there a plate for me?"

"..."

"Lemme guess cooking for wifey?"

I threw a look over my shoulder, and I caught her grinning ear to ear.

She giggled. "How sweet!"

"If you want one, just say so."

"Yes, please! I’m famished, I ate nothing last night, too tired to make something."

Wrong. She doesn’t eat and forgets it most of the time. I always send a message for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, as a reminder, but I didn’t last night, hence the error.

"Remind me why you’re not a chef again?" She teased. "Ares King, the masterchef. That should hit the papers faster than murder."

"So what happened to the ex? Wait! Don’t tell me, I love a good mystery; it makes me picture all kinds of scenarios. The one I think of is that you tortured him and took all his fingers and toes, or did you castrate him?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"But I know you... I don’t want her to..." She paused, sighing as if she didn’t want to voice it. "I-I sense she’s different, but you have the habit of growing bored all of a sudden, and when you do... you... You hit it so fast that something you cherish becomes unwanted."

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