The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Boiling Ass

My eyes pricked painfully, a crawling sensation overtaking my body in shuddering waves, and it only intensified with each passing second. I was so close to crying out loud like a child.

My ass is boiling!

Oh god. I’m gonna lose it! It hurts so bad that I can’t think straight. I can’t complain, or even excuse myself.

The board meeting had started, and significant figures were present, all dressed to the nines, and the air held deadly silence, so whimpering to subdue my pain was out of the question.

I’m in deep shit.

And it only got worse because Ares was watching me the entire time, never breaking concentration as if he was waiting for me to slip or something.

He had an entire board of members speaking about a ton of things that concern his multi-billion-dollar company, yet he chose me as his priority, and I do not feel good about that.

May his eyes burn.

I mentally prayed for the meeting to end, but I was at a big disadvantage because the clock was moving far too slowly for my liking. It was almost as if I were in college, where time was your worst enemy.

I clenched my fist so tight to redirect the pain or maybe focus less on my hot ass.

"How about you present the statistics for us, baby?"

Huh?

I snapped my gaze to Ares as if he had magically grown a second head. I glanced back at the congregation, and they had their eyes on me, waiting for me to take the wheel.

I shot Ares a glare. He can’t expect me to speak in my condition, did he?

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I pushed to my feet, the chair legs scraped loudly against the marble floor, drowning out my thick groan of pain.

Fixing the best fake smile on my lips, I walked to the front, opened the file, and spoke as professionally as I could.

Their full engagement made my palms sweaty, and my hoarse breath made it seem as if I was whispering most of the time.

Ares’ stare grew intense but I ward him off as best as I could, and focus deeply on the topic, responding to a few questions thrown at me. Moving to describe the graph on the display was torturous.

After harrowing three hours, I covered everything without errors. Their nodding heads and proud stares gave me more courage.

The meeting was over.

I gathered my files snappily, whilst slicing a cold look across the room. Ares was smirking.

Furious, I stormed out of the room, seething, and everyone who approached me parted away like I was a disease.

"Mrs. King!"

"Not now, Gary!" I yelled back, my heels making sharp noises as I forced open the office door.

"I barely did, Mr. King," I gritted. "I suggest you don’t put me in such a position again."

His words do things to me, and the way he uttered them was as if he were mesmerized by me, like he couldn’t believe what I was made of. It felt wonderful.

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