The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5: A Date With The Devil

"I’ve been trying to call, but I can’t reach him. I sent some potatoes, and I wanted him to pick them up."

"Granny, I don’t think you should call him anymore. Don’t worry about the potatoes, I’ll pick them up myself."

"What? Why?

The frightened sound of her voice only made me feel like punching myself in the face.

"Granny, did they come?" I quickly changed the topic.

She sighed heavily. "No, they haven’t. Thank God."

"I’ll send the money soon."

"Peanut, that’s too much already. You can’t do more than that. You have a successful career, but what’s the point if you give it all away?"

"Only Gramps should say that. You’re my biggest supporter, aren’t you? I promise everything is gonna be okay, I promise."

"Catherine..."

"Don’t worry, Granny. Just relax, I have everything under control. Y-You should go check on Gramps."

"That old man can’t do anything without me."

"He’ll throw a fit if you call him old again."

"Don’t tell him I said that."

I chuckled slightly.

"It’s nice to hear that sound. I miss it, and I don’t get to hear it often. Is the city life treating you alright? Eating plenty? I’ll have some vegetables sent. You’ve got to stay off junk food."

Tears slid down my face. "Send them all. Not too much, you need it as much as I do."

"Sweetie, as long as this farm stands, it exists to feed my grandbaby. The old man’s words, not mine, but it’s still as much as mine."

I used the back of my hand to dry my tears.

"Now I know you wanna go back to bed early. Good night, peanut, love you."

"Love you, ma." My voice broke as I pressed the red button.

I tried my best to quiet my sobs so that Tori wouldn’t hear. I spent minutes crying my eyes out until there was nothing left to spill, a hard sensation throbbing in my throat.

"That’s enough, Catherine," I said to myself, peering at my reflection, hazel eyes stared at me. My red hair was messy from running my hand through it all day.

The only choice I had was to deal with the devil.

~☆~

"Ms. Lane." His voice vibrated through the speaker.

"Mr. King."

"Have you thought about my offer?"

It wasn’t an easy decision to make, and the days leading up to this moment were unnerving. But I have made up my mind, if I’m gonna do this, then I’m gonna do it right.

"When can we meet?"

There was silence, and I could tell he was checking his Rolex.

"Tonight. It’s a date."

I froze.

"Wear something nice."

Before I could say anything, the line went dead.

I didn’t even ask the location.

Thinking nothing of it, I thought about getting ready early. It’s not like I had anything else to do. It was almost evening, and thankfully, Tori had gone to work.

"Face it with courage," I chanted to myself.

Whenever I felt like I was at the edge, I always told myself those four words. It has been my greatest push ever since.

In the blink of an eye, the hours passed. I fixed my light makeup and combed out my wavy red hair to fall over my shoulders.

I wore a deep blue dress that hugged my figure, falling below my knees. I paired it with silver stilettos.

This was certainly an improvement, given the wreck I have been in for days. A few minutes passed, and I just paced my living room, pondering whether I should call him or not. It was already past seven.

My phone made a soft ding, and I looked at the screen.

Devil Boss: Check outside your window.

I grew confused walking to it and pulled the curtains aside. There was a black Rolls-Royce in my neighbourhood, and the driver stood outside waiting. I recognized him instantly. It was Julian, Mr. King’s chauffeur.

How did he know my house location? First my number and now this?

Devil Boss: Twenty minutes.

The sumptuous space was empty, as if it had been rented for the night. Figures. Mr. King’s privacy was everything to him.

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