CHAPTER FOURTEEN

With the delusion still firmly planted in my head, I convinced myself I was going to get the papers signed and finalize things early enough to still meet up with Marcus at the cafe. Not still sure as to how he knew exactly what I was doing, I committed the next thirty minutes of my life trying to find the hidden camera but when my efforts came to naught, I decided to relax as Damien was, after all, an annoying piece of sh-

"Ma, the boss has arrived." The voice of the maid broke through my thoughts as she immediately rushed out of the door, I hadn't even noticed was open, closing it behind her.

The need to straighten out the invincible folds on my flared gown was suddenly overwhelming.

Gown?

The word bounced off the walls of my mind as the "Me f*cking your brains out" echoed through my head, causing a fresh wave of panic to surge through my being.

Why was I panicking, you ask?

Truth is, I have no clue as to why, but as the sound of his footsteps approached the door, I heard my own heart racing as though he were a long lost lover I couldn't wait to meet.

"Look who we have here." He said with a half smile, standing with one hand rested on the door frame, causing his weight to slightly shift towards the wall. He was dressed in a white sleeve that was neatly folded to his elbows, revealing a set of veiny muscles that was even more sexy looking under the dim light. Buttons on the upper part of the shirt were left unbuttoned and I couldn't help but wonder whether or not it was done deliberately.

My eyes, against my own wish, continued trailing down this man's annoyingly captivating body and finally landing on something I shouldn't have even thought about. Then why did I stare? Why was I still staring?

"Good evening." I heard myself say, much to my surprise.

"She has suddenly developed manners." His arms were now folded across his chest as he chuckled rather loudly.

"I'm not here for jokes, Damien." I said, choosing to remain focused on the mission at hand and not get distracted by his attractiveness.

"Why are you here then?" He asked, staring , if I'm being honest, passionately, at me.

"For the papers?" I blurted out.

"I thought you told me that you had no interest in this marriage of a thing? Or was it your twin sister I met the last time?" His face had an annoying smirk that I just wanted to wipe off with a tight slap.

"I honestly don't have time for this, Damien. Just-"

"There." He said pointing at the table in the middle of the room which still held my untouched meal, "The files are there, but I-"

"I'll just sign and leave right?" I impatiently asked.

"Yeah, that's all."

"Okay."

I nodded in understanding.

"I don't know if the terms of this contract was properly explained to you but-"

"Being your wife for a year and going our separate ways afterwards." I blurted out, hurriedly scanning through the papers in search of where I needed to pen down my signature, "yeah, I got it."

"After you've given birth to my baby, of course?" He abruptly said, now fully walking into the room and making himself comfortable on one of the couches.

"What?"

"That's the whole essence of this waste of my time. My parents want a grandchild and that's what you're here for… WIFE!"

At this moment, I felt my ears suddenly failing to hear or was it my brain that had difficulty processing the information?

Nevertheless, I stared blankly at the seated Damien who seemed unaffected by it all, taking a sip from the orange juice that still hadn't been touched by me. He didn't seem surprised or angry about the fact that there was now a sex clause included in the contract and that further infuriated me.

"Was this your plan? Are you really that hopeless in love and marriage?" I heard myself yell out the frustration.

"Love does not exist darling, and my parents are the ones who seem to see my hopelessness, not me."

He said before gulping down the last of the juice.

"I can't have your child. No, let me rephrase that, I am not going to share a bed with you, ever."

"Then that settles it then. You can leave."

He said with a clap, walking towards the door and giving a half bow, gesturing for me to leave.

Just like you had expected, I took the walk towards him but a little bit slower though.

"And before you go, just know that your precious boyfriend's case is no longer in my grip but my father's and if you think you can challenge him, then good luck my darling."

As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Marcus' life is now at stake and I have to make a decision tonight. Was this just another convenient excuse?

As the pen in my grip danced across the papers, "I can see you chose to sleep with the man you clearly said you aren't going to share a bed with."

he said but I deliberately chose to ignore him, signing down on all the papers.

"Here." I smacked the papers on his chest roughly, trying extra hard to hold the stern expression on my face.

"These are the lips your boyfriend enjoy?" He whispered in a lustful manner, pulling his face closer to mine but this time around, I was determined not to be caught off guard, especially when I knew Marcus was still waiting for me. A slap from me suddenly landed on his cheeks and it must have shook him just as much as it did me because I wasn't expecting my own hand to have such strong reflexes.

His face continued staring to the sides, probably still contemplating what had just happened and as I turned to make my way out of the room, I felt a firm grip tighten around my wrist. The grip was so tight that it pulled me out of my own balance, sending me crashing roughly into his bosom. As I stared up at him, I could see the rage burning in his face as he bit hard on his lower lips.

"You shouldn't have done that, darling."

He growled.

"Let go."

I said, trying to forcefully break free from his hold but it was firm and impossible to break through; at least for me.

"Now, you have to be punished." He whispered, capturing my lips in his, almost immediately. The more I fought to break free, the firmer and tighter his grip was on my wrists which he held with just one hand. With one swift movement from him, my back was pressed against the wall, and the sound of the door closing echoed through the walls of the room. I wanted to scream but it all came out as a muffled moan as he continued ravishing my mouth, his hand working it's way to explore every inch of my body with his other hand tightly pinning my wrists above my head.

From my breast, which he squeezed tightly, his hand went towards my stomach and finally my thighs, just barely grazing the heart of my femininity as I felt my own legs grow instantly weak.

Freeing my lips for a brief second, he stared down at me, as I tried catching my breath and making sense of what was happening. Was I being raped?

"Don't ever step over the line to hit me. I don't hit women physically but I'm going to hurt you…" his hot breath crashed against my ears, as he had bent over to whisper, "…there!!" He added, pointing at the bed before walking angrily out of the room.

It took a couple of minutes before I could finally get myself back together and after I did, I reached for my purse and made a quick run to the door but soon realized it was locked. He had had me locked in.

I pounded ruthlessly on the door and yelled my lungs out, but no one answered nor came to my rescue.

What in the actual f*ck was going on?