The Ruthless CEO And His Substitute Wife

Chapter 4 You're My Exclusive Prostitute

"You must be deluded to think we have met before. Life is not a f*****g movie." Arthur said icily, averting his gaze and getting out of the car.

Matilda chuckled bitterly. "Are you not going to open the door for me?"

"When I break your two arms, I might then see the need to open the door for you." Arthur retorted with a hard glare before walking into the house.

The driver opened the door for Matilda and she got out of the car, mad with fury. She wasn't deluded. Although, she was not hundred percent sure if he was the stranger she slept with two days before her wedding, she knew they must have crossed path before.

What first strikes Matilda's eyes the very moment she stepped into Arthur's house was the towering wall of quartzite that reached all the way up to the rafters, creating a stunning focal point at the hallway.

There was a Greek statue situated at the corner and pendants hanging at differing heights which illuminated the whole place. There was no other conviction needed to know that Arthur was a lavish man.

Matilda was greeted by a petite middle-aged woman in a black dress. "Welcome, Ma'am," the woman said with a smile. "I am Mrs. Thornhill, the housekeeper. If you'll follow me, I'll lead you to Mr Carnegie's room."

Matilda nodded and followed Mrs. Thornhill further into the house. The walls were covered in richly patterned wallpaper and hung with gilt-framed paintings. A grand staircase swept up to the second floor, where Arthur's room was situated at.

Matilda pushed open his room door and walked inside, after thanking the housekeeper. She had to let Arthur know how displeased she was with the way he acted up.

Matilda nearly gasped, as she swallowed hard at the sight before her. Arthur was shirtless, his biceps on display. His dark hair was tousled and his smouldering gaze fixed on her as he proceeded to unzip his suit pants.

"Why are you taking your clothes off?" Matilda asked with quickened breathe.

She felt a mix of nervousness and desire. Whereas, every inch of Arthur exuded confidence and power.

"It's almost midnight, we are going to bed." He retorted, c*****g her a brow.

"We?!" Matilda's hands went on her hips. "Our rooms should be separate. I'm not sharing a bed with you." She said with a frown etched on her face.

Arthur lounged on the bed. "Don't think too highly of yourself. I can walk right into the b**m club to find a submissive who will ride me till I have an earth shattering orgasm."

He continued coldly. "This is a king-sized bed, we can share. But if you insist on sleeping solo, then the ground is available to you.

Matilda glared hard at him. "You stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine."

There was no freaking way she'd spend the night on the ground. He was such a ruthless man, she found it displeasing that he had such perfect looks to mask his ugly heart.

Matilda headed first into the shower.

Letting the warm water wash over her, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on the feel of the water on her skin. But she couldn't escape the thoughts swirling in her mind.

Arthur was so frustrating, unpredictable and mercurial. She wanted to please him, but didn't know how to. He always made her regret trying to be the better person.

Matilda reached for the towel on the rack, but to her surprise, the towel rack was empty. She tilted her head, looking around the bathroom, wondering where the towels could be.

Urgh. What kind of person would leave the towel rack empty, for goodness sake?! Or did he hide them on purpose?

Matilda began to feel frantic. If she couldn't find a towel, the only alternative was ask Arthur for one.

She opened the door wide enough for her head to stick out. Not knowing how to go about it, she cleared her throat to get his attention. Then she spoke.

"I can't find any towel, Arthur. Could you help me with one?"

"We are married now, and there's no need to hide anything from each other. Get out of the bathroom and-"

Matilda angrily cut him off. "Did you hide the towel on purpose? This is a silly prank, Arthur. Are you already going back on your words of not finding me attractive?"

Arthur chuckled darkly. "Your words not mine. For your information, sweetheart, I don't need to hide towels to get you all night on my bed."

Matilda scoffed in annoyance. “You are an egoistic devil! Better shut your eyes while I get in there, else, I'll gouge out your eyes and place it in a jar."

She was already feeling damp and uncomfortable. It was evident that Arthur had no plans of moving an inch from that bed, so she took in a deep breath and got out of the bathroom, in all her nudity.

Arthur's jaw nearly slackened, had he not held himself. He tried to take his eyes off her body but there was a greater force keeping his eyes glued on it. First, his eyes moved from her collar bone to her round, perky breasts. He wondered if her n*****s were hardened by desire.

Already, his c**k was diamond hard. He gulped down the lump in his throat as his eyes wandered on.

She had an hour glass figure which nearly drove him mad. Staring down, he was disappointed at the two hands firmly placed on her p***y, so he couldn't see if she was cleanly shaved or not.

Holding back a groan, he looked up only to be a hit a soft, light nightie that did nothing more than blurring his vision for few seconds.

"You're really a shameless, s*x starved maniac. Stop eye f*****g me and hand over that nightie to me!" Matilda demanded.

"You're still wet-" Arthur trailed off, realising that Matilda would misunderstand his words.

And that she did. "What a pervert. Where did you the hide the towel?" She glared at him.

"There's a door behind the shower curtain, leading to a storage room. You would have found stacks of towels and robes! But you must be visually impaired not to have seen the door." Arthur stated, riling her up.

"You could have said that when I asked for a towel, but you had other evil intentions." Matilda rolled her eyes and turned to get back into the bathroom to find that hidden door.

"You are my wife and there is no wrong staring at you. Naked or not, you are mine. And I will do whatever the f**k I want." Arthur said in a terrifyingly firm voice.

He stared at her wiggling hips till she disappeared into the bathroom. He couldn't deny anymore that he was attracted to her. And he hated it.

He has never felt the potent attraction on a woman before. Something about Matilda somehow managed to arouse something inside of him.

Matilda dug her teeth on her bottom lip, ignoring his words as she proceeded to get the towel she needed. She dried her body and donned a white robe.

Arthur was still with the nightie she had strangely found in his closet. She clenched her jaw and demanded for it, but he wouldn't yield to it.

"Do you think wearing this will seduce me?" He held the transparent nightie with his pinkie finger, staring at it with great disdain. "I'd advice you to stop seeking my attention." He deadpanned.

"Excuse me?! May I ask, when did I seek for your attention?" Matilda asked in annoyance.

Arthur gripped her slender wrist and yanked her into his arms. The tip of his nose brushed against the delicate curve of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her soft, delicate skin was warm and inviting. The scent of vanilla and honey lingered on her body, as if she had been bathed in sweet nectar.

Matilda felt the warmth of his breathe on her skin. His touch was building up heat within her and she couldn't help but lean against his wide chest.

She was so nervous, her heart was beating erratically. It was strange and absurd that she craved his touch.

Arthur's fingers brushed against the fabric of her robe. It slipped off her shoulder, and went up her thigh. His grip on her arm tightened as he pulled her impossibly closer while locking eyes with her.

"You are my exclusive prostitute, Matilda."