Billionaire's Exhibit Wife

Chapter 10-

He’d wrapped his arm around her regardless, sometime in the middle of the night when he too now became acquainted to the unfriendly chill she complained about.

“Goodnight Alex” Elora mumbled, heaving a sigh as she leaned her back closer to Zane’s uncovered chest.

“Goodnight Ms. Jensen” he managed to utter despite the frown he now bore. A greater part of him wishing to break free from his embrace but...

When next would such an opportunity be presented before him, he pondered, swallowing his pride as he firmly enveloped the fragile looking being, blanketing his frame into the white towel, the only thing to have separated their skin from being one.

Risking it a step further by burying his face into her dark strands, inhaling deeply like a creep who had broken into an unknowing teenage girl’s room and observed from behind the closet’s slits her little figure as she undressed for a wash.

He now wished he’d neither lighted up the cigar, nor intoxicated his taste buds as his breath hindered him from fully digesting her scent. His head slightly veering on both sides as he did so.

Elora snoring softly, unbeknownst to her of the thoughts of the man who cradled her. Serpentined her. Craved her.

This alone was enough to get him drunk on several complex feelings. Feelings he’d rather set aside before they blew before his face.

Considering he was never one to mix business with fun.

He had not with Martha, he definitely would not with Elora. He'd simply had her f****d so she could conceive him an heir. And though she hoped that when she fulfilled that bit, the said child would be what brought them closer together as a family. Being unable to, she found peace from her frustration in death.

“I breached my side of the contract last night” those were Zane’s first words the next morning upon noticing the grumbling Elora’s eyes gradually slide open.

Perhaps she’d gradually come around by the ruffling sheets, or the creaking bed as Zane sat by it's edge, putting on his shirt, as well as placing each button in its rightful place.

Zane had been all dressed up now, having no inclination to spend more desired time with her. Lest he fall into an intricate pit he might not be able to crawl out from or walk blindly into a maze with

“Don’t worry about it.” Elora replied after a while of recalling the events. “I incited the kiss”

'All the while your thoughts were centered on Alex', Zane rationed, why else would she have allowed it? Especially after having declared her fondness towards him seconds before the ordeal.

“This is not some game Ms Jensen” He clarified with a stern tone “This is strictly business and I will compensate for any damages caused to the agreement”

Elora’s brows knit in confusion. Was this not the same man who had dashed through a raging mob of thieves with her, conversed intimately as well as physically and held her closely throughout the discomforts of the night...

“What crawled up your ass?” She flared up as she now watched him get on both his feet. Not once regarding her casually since the beginning of their conversation.

“You can start work after the honeymoon” Zane proceeded with the one good thing he was good at. Giving directives. “I have asked the secretary to arrange an office space for you” he paused, a hint of hesitation before uttering his next words “in the archive centre”

“So what exactly am I supposed to do?” She let out, attempting to conceal how eager she was.

“Sort out company files” he said unenthusiastically.

Having to spend hours cramped up in a space, surrounded solely by piles of white documented sheets, dated way back before she was even given birth to. Classifying them by type, date and all that boring stuff.

“No offense but you do not bring much, intellectually, to the table” he said it as kindly as he could lay out for her.

Given how far she’d gone with her education. That was the only way she could be resourceful to the company.

Zane had his back facing her, he’d expected her to lash out for promising her an office space, and even though he’d fulfilled his promise. It wasn’t enough in comparison to what she had to do for him... Toss out a grand portion of her life, and forever be in union with him.

Why wasn’t she saying anything?, he pondered, unease coursing through his veins as he assumed her anger was far too great that she’d resort to something else... Perhaps searching for a soon to be murder weapon.

“Thank you”, her soft voice called out. “I wasn’t expecting to be corporate manager or sales representative” Elora blabbed “I saw myself serving people coffee, standing by the printer to scan documents all day.” Her voice croaked as she briefly let out a chuckle “This is, by far, what I expected”

The bed groaned underneath her weight as she now kneeled, making her way to the other side of the bed where the unsuspecting Zane stood.

Reached out to his torso with gentle hands, equally placing the side of her head on his back.

“Thank you” she quietly appreciated once more.

To Zane, the gesture had been so small to even think of being regarded that he had not envisioned such a turn out.

She was being way too nice... He told himself, wondering just how long it would be before this moment turned awkward.

“You can let go of me now” he proposed, not wishing to sound like the prick she always claimed he was.

“I know” she whined the words, securing her clutch as she imagined herself in a black office skirt and white blouse. A black heels altogether and a neat bun.

Her dreams were finally coming through and there was no better way she could think of on the spot to show her delight.

Moreover, how was Zane supposed to stay clear of her when she didn’t make it easier for him?

When she’d finally paused with her sob show, she was hit with the realisation.

“Are you leaving me here?” She frowned “All by myself?”

When did this independence on him form?, Zane reviewed, unflattered.

“You can’t go back there on your own. I will ask that your things be brought here”

He caught a cab back home, welcomed by a worried Frederick who made mention of an unwanted visitor... One he’d already smelled from the front entrance.The white Rolls Royce conveniently stationed.

The one his mother owned.

As much as he fantasized himself engulfed in a warm bubbly bath, with relaxing music playing off in the background, it had to wait.

The faster she was out of here, the better.

“You were spotted last night” the elderly lady began, seemingly having no desire to beat about the overgrown bush.

She had been served a hot cup of tea, elegantly sipping at it after uttering those words with both hands sheathed by a pair of white gloves. A black purse resting by her side, a few feet from her reach.

“I had to pay the paparazzi a great amount to get the film” she disclosed, placingnthe little cup once more to her partially parted lip.

She let out an exhale, one that insinuated just how effective her beverage was in calming her nerves.

“What do you think the firm’s partners would deduce of someone running away from bandits? “ She implored, not really seeking for an answer as the next question followed “What does it say of a person who walks about with one shoe in a questionable neighborhood?”

It was technically only socks, since he removed the single shoe.

“This Elora has brought you nothing but an undignified image” the loving lady continued, gulping down saliva after she had, her drink before she could once more complete her point

“Get rid of her”

“If you don’t then I would” the elderly lady finalised with her hand now grabbing at her purse, she waited a moment, hoping to get a clear response from her son. One that ensured she wouldn’t have to play a hand in this, be it dirty or bloody.

And once she received no feedback from him, she pulled away from her chair, marching out without another word being uttered from either sides.

She had to take matters in her hands it seemed, Carol established.

'Right...'

She was a dangerous woman, he knew just how much power behind any of her threats held. It wasn’t more than his mother to pay off a hitman to have someone she dislikes to disappear from off the face of the earth.

Elora certainly was no exception.