Married to the CEO for 52 weeks

Chapter Three

Chapter Three.

Alodia.

"That's my f*****g wife!" Nothing in the world could have prepared me for that. I've heard Cole say many shocking things, but none like this, and the firm look in his eyes when he stated those words.

It was an affirmation. It was meant to be believed and never to be questioned. He didn't sound like he made that up just to spite his brother, and for some reason, my stomach tingles as I replay the words again and again.

Then, I hear a raspy grunt. s**t, he's going to kill his brother. Cole's muscles are flexing with great intensity, his arms are the width of a record-breaking boxer, and his eyes are crimson red.

"You're going to kill him! Let him go!" I yell at him again, dragging him by his shirt, and he releases his brother to point his fingers at me.

"Alodia!" Through narrowed eyes, he stares at me, his brown eyes swirling with rage and his veins poking out from under his skin.

Casper is recovering, his neck bruised, and there's a thick crimson liquid streaming down the left side of his bottom lip. "Oh, goodness, you're bleeding." I hurry to meet him, hesitant to touch him before the monster next to us does something dangerous again.

The way he watches us is like a predator watching its prey have its last fun before he devours it.

"I'm so sorry."

Casper scoffs lightly and tilts his head. "I'm used to my brother. I'll take my leave now, Alodia."

"You don't get to call her that, and f**k you, I'm not your f*****g brother." The vile in Cole's tone is genuine, causing me to watch him with a squeezed face, utterly disgusted by his actions.

My heart is still beating fast against my sternum, and when I see that Casper is heading towards his sports car in the distance, I take it as my chance to go inside the house.

Contrastingly, a hand pulled me back just before I could walk up the stairs. "Woman, I wasn't done with you, and I didn't ask you to leave." The wrinkles on his forehead, the tightening of his face muscles, the veins on his neck, and his brawled fist all shook me to the spot, but then I knew I shouldn't let him see my fear, and I was really scared of him right now.

"Oh, it wasn't stated in the contract that I was your slave." I mean, isn't it just a job?

"As it wasn't stated there that you could talk to anybody from the Remington family except me." He argues, revealing more of his dark side.

A larger part of me wishes to argue back, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't end well, plus, it's my first day here. I can't let it end badly. I haven't even spent a week with Mr. Control Freak, and I'm supposed to spend 52 weeks with him?

Keeping mute, I hurry up the stairs before he could stop me again. Even as I closed the door behind me, I heard his cursing every now and then. I curl myself into a ball in the bed and close my eyes, digging my nails into my palms. I'm angry too, wishing I had told him a piece of my mind.

He's so arrogant. How could he think he's got the rights to do all those things? The more I think of what happened earlier, the more I wonder why he hates his brother that much. Before I signed the contract, Cole didn't say much about his family. In fact, all my knowledge about his life came from online research. He's a man who likes to keep his world hideous.

I bolt up from the bed all of a sudden, darting my orbs around for a second. "God, I slept off." Realising this, I head to the bathroom to wash my face, and when I come back, I pause. It's deep in the night, and there's a light reflecting through the windows. Nearing the spot, I see a crescent moon in the sky. It looks so beautiful, merging its elegance with that of the forest and the glistening power of the lake. The entire space looks like a paradise, and I find myself staring longer than expected.

"Goodness, I haven't eaten all day," I say under my breath when my stomach growls. While I'm wondering why I wasn't called for dinner—which I'm assuming is Cole's barbaric influence—I search for the kitchen. I love how fancy yet simple the arrangement of this place is. It was a swift search for the kitchen. Inside the fridge, I see a chocolate cake, which I cut into quarters, and a large box of juice.

When I finish engulfing the cake, I pick the juice and start to do some sightseeing within the house. I'm not feeling sleepy, and it's the middle of the night, so I'm confident everyone must be asleep.

My ears pick up rock music. My intrusive thoughts win, and I follow the sound, finding myself in a gym with a half-naked Mr. Remington. My eyes pop out of their sockets, and my throat dries up right before my tongue salivates and something tingles just below my stomach.

His chest is bare, all those muscles either red from his exercise or as fresh as milk, his sandy skin blessed by the sun. He's got the body of an AI, so perfectly sculpted. They look unrealistically strong, his V-line evident as well as his packs. 1, 2... they are freaking eight. His pecs aren't that huge, so they blend well in his skin.

I watch for minutes as he changes from carrying ton of bars, unknowingly flexing his back and shoulder muscles, to doing some pushups that give me access to adoring his stomach and the wording tattoo there. Then, some pull-ups that helped me see the tattoos down his chest to the right ribs. He's the definition of that bad boy that makes you forget to go to church.

"You've been there for seven minutes." His eyes drift to me. "I timed you." He adds.

He knows I've been here? I'm too embarrassed and stunned to speak. Cole walks up to me, his frame towering mine, and he steals the juice from me. Quite easily, to be honest. "You were so loud earlier this afternoon. What happened? Cat's got your tongue?"

Now, he's teasing me.

"I'll just go back to bed." I shake my head at him, about to leave, but his words stop me.

"I don't like it when my women shake their heads at me. It makes me punish them." Instantly, my stomach did that tingling thing again, and I lost my breath for a second. "You've already stayed here long enough. Come and take a seat with me."

"Do you really have to be rude all the time?" And so egocentric, my inner thoughts completes.

"I'm a billionaire at 27. I own a multimillionaire company. You don't get that by being nice."

"Even with family?" I ask him further, and he averts his gaze. He barely be the first to drop his gaze. Unusual.

He takes off his training gloves, and I see that his knuckles are bruised. They weren't bruised earlier, not even after he punched his brother. I resist the urge to ask him what happened and go to a cabinet where I guess a first aid kit is and take it outside. Then I join him and pick up his hands, all while he just watches me.

When I added the methylated spirit, he hissed, staring at me through his lashes. I couldn't maintain his fixated eyes, so I kept mine on his knuckles.

"Are you always like this? Breaking contracts, rules, agreements?" His voice is tight but sarcastic at the same time. It confuses me.

"What?"

"You aren't to touch me except in public. Did you forget that part?" He declares, and I swallow from my nerves starting to spike up.

"Well, they would have gotten infected, and I still need to be paid. It's part of my job to make sure you're okay." I hope that'll defend me enough.

"I have first-class doctors that will treat me, you know."

"Can they treat your bad attitude too?" I've said before I bat my eyes.

Thankfully, he didn't reply. Instead, he begins. "Casper isn't my brother. He's my stepbrother, and he and I are enemies. He's the reason why I'm involving you in family mess, so my advice is that you don't trust anyone just anyhow. The Remingtons are all barbaric. Some of us are just more callous and lethal than the rest, but that fact doesn't change." When he finishes, my lips are opened as I read his.

He seems to be speaking the truth, and he's right. I'm so stupid that I keep thinking I have to form some kind of relationship between us when everything is fake. We can't even be friends, so it's futile.

"Good night." I tell him, and he frowns.

"You aren't done with my treatment."

"You should call your first-class doctors, Mr. Remington." Something about that title didn't sit well with him.

He pulls me back and closes the space between us, causing me to step backwards, but with each step of mine, he maintains his too, continually closing the spaces until my back hits a slab.

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"I'd like to leave this premises now." My voice fails me. I sound breathless and fluffy internally.

"You're so annoying and resilient, you know, right?" He says, and I shake my head.

"I don't like my women shaking their heads at me." He corrects, his voice huskier and tighter as he grasps my jaw. "It makes me hard and want to f**k them. Do you want me to f**k you? Is that it?" He rather sounds like he's indirectly begging me to give him the permission, and that sends more tingles down my stomach, this time, hitting my core, and my thighs brush each other, but he quickly dips one of his between mine.

"I want to be the one doing that for you." He continues. I don't want him to continue talking as it keeps sending dirty images inside my mind. I'm speechless, letting my harsh breathing rather speak for me.

When Cole gets even closer, I feel his hard c**k pressing against my skin, a bit below my navel. I feel the pressure increasing, like it's clenching, about to tear out of his pants and poke into my skin, and all through that time, he made sure we maintained eye contact.

The sound of a key dropping onto the floor diverted the scene. A woman—assumably in her thirties—with healthy black hair that seems to shine under the fluorescent bulb, dressed in a luxurious gown with pearls on her neck, laughs nervously. "Oops, that's my car key. Am I interrupting something?"

"What are you doing here, Mother?"

Mother? Cole has a mother? Stupid me. Of course, he was birthed by a woman, but I didn't know he still has a mother.

"Well, there's a threatening family case we need to settle. And as usual, it has to do with you and your stepbrother." She says, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Can it be later, Mother?"

"No, the family lawyer has involved himself, Cole. You know what that means." The air suddenly grows tense. Something changes in Cole's eyes, a look of hurt and fear, I suppose.