The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Devil Sucks At Acting

Julian opened the door for me, and I stepped out.

Ares rounded the car, adjusting his black overcoat that framed his broad shoulders, with the collar up.

His hand slides to the small of my back. I did my best to disregard it as we neared the big building.

"What are we doing here? I thought we were going to your penthouse?"

"This is important first."

I grew nervous as we stepped through the doors and were welcomed by a team of women.

One of them, who looked older and more advanced, whom I assumed was the manager, greeted us.

"Bienvenue à la maison de la mariée, Mr. King."

(Welcome to House of Bride, Mr. King)

"Tu sais quoi faire."

(You know what to do)

"Oui."

(Yes)

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Never in my life did I ever imagine I’d one day get a makeover in a place like this. It was a dream I couldn’t wait to wake up from.

"Mrs. King."

"Y-Yes."

I don’t think I could get used to being called that. It never felt right since the beginning. I sighed. Just deal with it, Catherine.

"Mr. King can’t wait to see you."

I almost huffed at her words, but I refrained. I knew she was just being nice. Taking a few deep breaths, I push the curtains aside and step out.

"Here she is, Mr. King!"

Ares was sitting, legs crossed, and buried in his phone. It got awkward when he didn’t respond.

I cleared my throat to grab his attention, which worked. He raised his gaze, and it was slow as those cold eyes took me in. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

My hair was packed in a low bun with loose waves framing my face, and my makeup was light but gave a bold look to match.

The wedding gown I wore was made of silk fabric that hung my curves, flowing gracefully to the floor, with spaghetti straps and the neckline trimmed with fine lace. I had full and round breasts, so it appeared like my tits were almost spilling out.

I was self conscious, and the urge to cover up was great, but Ares held my eyes and didn’t waver from it.

"Where are your glasses?"

"I’m wearing contacts."

"Doesn’t she look beautiful, Mr. King?" said Mrs. Laurent, to somehow make the mood more appealing, but it felt like the temperature had dropped far more than it had a few seconds ago.

Not an ounce of emotion on his face. He sucked at acting.

I fixed my fake smile and uttered. "Do you think the pearls will go, honey? Or should I go for something more bold?"

Mrs. Laurent gasped and looked to Ares, hoping for his input, but her smile faltered when he remained stoic.

"Pearls it is. Thank you, Mrs. Laurent, if you’d excuse us."

"O-Of course." She stepped out, looking between me and Ares with a puzzled expression.

I folded my arms. "When your wife stands before you in a million-dollar wedding gown, the least you can do is act interested."

"My reaction will be labelled speechless in her eyes."

"Or uninterested. Would it kill you to act interested?"

He uncrossed his legs and stood to his full height, pulling out a small box from his overcoat. He opened it and revealed a diamond ring.

Uneasiness swamped me, but I raised my hand. He slid the ring through my finger—a perfect fit.

"Dare I ask how you got my size?"

"You have small hands with long fingers."

I’m not about to ask how he knew that; I figure he was just observant.

"The photographer should be in a minute." He checked his Rolex.

"Great!" I voiced, but I was nothing short of excited. "I hope we can work on that. How about a smile?"

He pinned me with a look.

"Don’t tell me you’re using that expressionless face of yours on our wedding photo."

"A wedding photo already proves the status of our relationship."

Why do I get the feeling that I was the only one trying so hard for this?

Flash forward to the photoshoot, and it was hell. I had to pull my game and somehow hold him to fix the appearance of an intimate couple.

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