Celebrity CEO Scandal

Dripping wet

Dante's pov

It's my first night in town, and I'm dragged into a contract marriage with the most beautiful weirdo I've ever laid my eyes on. After pulling her out of the pool, the both of us are dripping wet. Her hair is now a damp mess with some strands clinging to her face. Being wet makes her ten times sexier. My eyes roam over her body as she stands in front of me shivering. I'm in New York on a mission, but a little side attraction won't hurt.

We cover her with a towel. She looks like she's in deep shock. What did she see in her phone to set her off so badly? Thankfully the phone did not fall into the pool. The screen is cracked, but it's still functioning.

"This way," I say, leading her to my hotel room. She's dripping wet despite the towel draped over her body. Her heels make it difficult as she moves through the hallway, so I whisk her off her feet, bridal style.

Immediately I lift her, her eyes widen. I must have startled her. Her body tenses but releases slowly and she wraps her hands around my neck weakly. My senses fill with the smell of alcohol as she opens her mouth to speak. "Where are you taking me to?"

"My room, let's get you dry, okay?"

I kick my door open and keep her gently in a chair. I get another towel and wrap her in it. She watches me closely. The towel doesn't solve the problem. Her clothes are still wet and her shivering has become worse. One of my clothes should serve as a replacement. I get one of my big sweatshirts from my unpacked box.

"Can you help yourself?" I ask, handing her the sweatshirt.

She grabs it from me and stands up. She stumbles on her way to the bathroom, and I rush to her, but she steadies herself quickly. I also change into dry clothes before she comes out of the bathroom.

My stomach knots when I set my eyes on her. My sweatshirt hangs loosely on her petite body, stopping mid-thigh. Her perfectly pedicured feet lie bare on the polished floors. Her hair flows freely down her shoulder in loose curls. I take a seat on the cushion in the room and motion for her to sit too. She walks up to the chair and snuggles right beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. She circles her hand around my neck, hugging me and my breath hitches in my throat. I did not expect her to do that.

"Thank you for saving me," she says in a small voice.

I swallow hard, it's difficult to concentrate with her leaning on me so closely. I can feel her body underneath the shirt. It's soft, luscious and tempting. I resist the urge to reach underneath and have a feel. No, I shouldn't think of her like this. She's in distress. It makes me feel like I'm taking advantage of her weakness. I need to cover this uncomfortable silence before I do something I will regret.

"So why did you ask for a contract marriage?"

"My husband is a jerk." She states plainly.

She was drunk, I never expected her to remember asking for a contract marriage. But if she did, she must be serious about this.

"Okay, What did he do?" I ask further.

"He hooked up with my best friend and now she's having his baby. Can you believe it? They're also getting married, and it's just so annoying that his family supports this nonsense even after all I did for them!"

Her rant doesn't give me enough clues about her true identity.

"I wish I could pay them back for all they've done. I want them equally humiliated. What if we make our baby?" She looks up at me, our faces are just inches apart.

That's a tempting offer. We're alone, cold, and she's quite irresistible. I would love to know what she tastes like, take her over to that king-size bed and replace her pain with intense pleasure, but that goes against my rules.

"I'm sorry, we cannot just make a baby for no reason."

"Come on! We're going to be married anyways."

"Okay, what if we wait until after our marriage," I say, trying to change the topic. "What do you plan as your revenge? I can help you with that."

She sighs and rests her head back on my shoulder. "Destroy Calloway group. Tear it down to pieces. I just hate them so much right now."

My eyebrows raise when she mentions Calloway's group. Is she Richmond's wife? How come I did not notice? Is this fate making my work easier? Oh, this is my lucky day. I have been trying to figure out a way into the company, yet, here I am, sitting next to the key.

"Don't worry. I will get my lawyer to prepare a marriage contract for us as soon as possible, and we will settle the details of our agreement. That will be the first thing I'll do before I settle the news about the fraud."

"What fraud?" I ask inquisitively.

"The one involving the Calloway group about three months ago. Fifty million was stolen. Now they blame me as the thief."

Is she talking about the Sakaguchi fraud? My men and I tried to cover up every trace of it. Part of the fifty million is still sitting pretty in my bank account.

I'm about to ask her something else when I notice she has passed out. Her snores fill the silence that stretches between us. I will have to make my findings tomorrow. I carry her and carefully place her on the bed. She looks beautiful while she's sleeping. Richmond has just shot himself in the leg by letting this woman go. Thankfully she doesn't know who I am.

My phone vibrates with a call. It's Miko.

"Hello, Miko, I have arrived at Newyork. There's a slight change of plans. Tell the attorney to hold on with the lawsuit. I might have just found a better way to bring down Calloway group."