The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Fucking You Out Of My System

"Hi," I voiced softly, feeling tense under his vigilant stare.

It was always about the way he looked at me. Not a glimpse or something he happened to encounter, but like I was a dream stepping into reality.

I didn’t know when I could tell, maybe it was the moment I walked down the stairs during our first social event.

"Come closer," he said, turning back to his work. "Or would you stand there and stare?"

"I-I’m not staring," I denied hotly. "Just admiring God’s favorite."

A soft chuckle fled from him.

I smiled as I approached him. "You’re the ghost now. I barely see you these days." I lined my hand on the boot. "What have you been up to, honey?"

"Been busy, baby."

"Private business or CEO business?"

"Both." He dug his hand into the engine and did whatever I can’t explain.

I’m just here to admire sweaty Ares working on expensive cars, and trust me, this was a worthy scene. There was something about the sight of him getting his hands dirty, hair wild, and his casual jeans that made my mind wander to the possibility of seeing Ares as ordinary.

"Hand me that."

I moved my eyes to the tools. "Which one?" I searched aimlessly; there were so many weirdly shaped metals on display, none was out of place, and in perfect order. "I want to look smart and know what you mean, but I’m lost."

"The long one with the narrow tip."

"This?" I raised it for him to see, and he took the tool, our hands brushing momentarily, and it felt like a live wire had zapped under my skin.

"Good girl," he murmured, tightening a bolt with measured turns.

A shiver shot through me at that one praise. I chewed the inside of my mouth trying to calm myself, but I wasn’t doing a very good job.

I need to start talking before my body decides to go against my will, and trust me, there is only so much control I can handle without climbing this man like a mountain.

I cleared my throat. "M-My teddy... I can’t find it. I looked everywhere in my room, literally turned it upside down. Do you know where it is?"

"..."

I’ll take that as a no.

"I didn’t know you worked on cars."

"Hobby."

"That is the last thing I expected as a hobby from you. It’s so normal." I teased.

He cast me a brief look.

"I thought Ares King doesn’t do normal things."

Ares used the small towel to wipe something before setting it back in place. He closed the boot and diverted his concentration to me.

He simply eyed me as if taking in the color of my eyes, the shape of my nose, and the way my breath left me more quickly.

With eyes on my lips, he asked. "Do you want to complain about me again?"

"I’m not sure anyone would want something like that twice. I think I may have grumbled to the point you grew tired and maybe... pissed?"

But I knew one thing... a feeling that had stuck with me ever since that night, Ares sat in place and listened to me blatter about my time working with him. I’m inexplicably drawn to him.

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