Be My Wife

The Devil

"One more word and you won't have s*x your entire life" these words were constantly humming in my ears. For as long as I can remember, no one has taken a stand on my behalf. I am used to these comments from perverts not only in my area but in the art gallery as well.

As soon I reached my apartment, I locked myself and went to shower.

"One more word and you won't have s*x again."

"One more word"

"s*x again...."

With the sound of water dripping down the shower, these words were roaming around my mind like the earth around the sun .....continuously. After I was done with my shower and my late night skin care, I was left with very little energy but a big hungry stomach, so I settled on mac and cheese.

The next morning, I followed my daily schedule of waking, bathing, eating and running to the gallery. Nothing new and everything boring as hell, especially since Elle was not in town. Elle is my best friend, but she flew to Italy for two months because of her work. So I had no one to hang out with.

"Announcement everyone," my manager started screaming suddenly.

"Tomorrow we are having an exhibition at the BLUE HEAVEN HOTEL as we are collaborating with Russell Morroni, the great artist himself, to portray his art. It will be during your working hours and I expect everyone to be at their best behavior. Out of all you Sarah. Don't make a mess tomorrow." And everyone started staring at me as if I was an art piece myself.

I nodded to the asshole manager and got back to work. We were assigned duties for tomorrow and mine was refreshments. Definitely the best part of the whole exhibition.

I went to the catering department of the hotel to finalize the menu. The prices were extravagant and so was the interior. A mix of beige gold and shades of brown highlighted with gold borders and extremely polished surfaces. The chandelier on the ceiling was the most attractive part. Everything was perfect. I was waiting in the lounge area to get confirmation from the CEO himself as I couldn't afford a single mistake.

After waiting for almost an hour, the CEO showed up and my eyes met with a familiar pair of ocean blue eyes which looked tired and angry as well. He ignored me and went towards his cabin. The assistant signaled me to follow him into the cabin.

"Already asking for a return of favor for last night. Tell me how much money you want."

"Excuse me," shock spread on my face.

"Don't act like you are not here to ask for money. I said yesterday that I could buy you a new apartment, and I am on my words. Just say it."

"Christian Knight, I am not here to ask for any payback to save a baby girl. My art gallery is organizing an exhibition in your hotel, and I am here to discuss the same. " Anger growled in my voice.

His gaze met mine and an arched eyebrow with a clenched jaw is what I received as an answer. Did he really think I was here for money? Egoistic asshole with no doubts.

"I see...but if you want anything for yourself you can say that too."

"Is this your hobby to ask women if they want your money or something like that?"

"Mostly women are here for two things. One of the two is money and the other is my adulthood."

"Unfortunately, I am interested in neither of them. Just do the signatures and I will leave you alone with your money and adulthood."

He studied the documents thoroughly and, without any other cross questioning, he signed.

"How is Blue? Is she OK ?" I asked him.

"Thanks for caring, but my daughter is none of your business."

"OK, so Christian, have I done anything to you? Yesterday you were thanking me for saving your daughter, and now you are acting like I am the one who harmed her."

"Sarah...please leave. I don't want any conversations with you. What I want is just sleep for 2 hours. So leave my office. " Before he could finish speaking, someone knocked on the door and a crying baby entered in the arms of a bodyguard.

"Sorry to interrupt Sir, sir, but she is not eating anything and is crying constantly," the guard said.

I looked at baby blue and her eyes were dark red from IDK. How much crying and messed-up dress with rash developing near her cheeks due to rubbing. I couldn't stand it and just took her from the bodyguard, and she happily hopped on me.

"What are you doing ?" Christian asked.

"I know I am no one. I know you hate me, but please let me feed her and clean her up. She is so delicate her skin is getting a rash, and it's not healthy for babies. "

"But...." I cut him off and took the glass of water and tissues lying on his table. I took the tissues, soaked them in water and cleansed her face, hands, neck and small cute feet. After that, I took out my moisturizer from my bag and applied it on her face and hands evenly to avoid developing rashes. Lastly, I combed her hair into a small ponytail, and now she was as beautiful as she should be.

The whole process took me 20 minutes and the baby was ready.

"Do you have her baby food in the office ?" I asked him and to my surprise, his eyes were fixed on blue.

"No, I don't, but we can get that here. "

He commanded the guard to get the food, and he left for the same.

"Are you a babysitter or something?" he asked me.

"No ..why"

"You are awfully good with them and my daughter doesn't like to be touched. But she remained silent the whole time you did her grooming session."

"I have a way with kids and blue is the sweetest." She passed a small laugh and I laughed with her and the corner of Christian's lip curled into a smile.

The guard came with the food and I prepared it with some hot water. I think she wasn't a simple eater because she was running in the room and wasn't eating anything.

"Can you please hold her while I feed her?" I asked Christian for help. Without rebelling, he picked her up and put her behind his big, strong arm with veins popping, and now I was distracted.

After all the hussle and bussle, she finally ate her food and instantly dozed off on Christian's chest. It was an admirable scene to see. I packed my belongings and was about to leave when someone held my hand and my heart dropped to my stomach.

"Thank you again Sarah. And I am sorry for being rude. I was just worried about her. Don't take it personally. My driver will drop you home," Christian said, and our hands were still together.

"It's okay, Christian. Being a single parent isn't easy for you too, and I will go by myself and don't disturb her. Let her sleep. Bye "

And I left the cabin before he could say anything else. The devil isn't even that of a devil.

CHRISTIAN's POV

Sarah with my daughter is something I was soft on. I don't believe in love anymore except for my daughter. She is my weakness and my strength. Her w***e mom, who sold her even before she was born, left the minute she gave birth. All women are the same. Everyone wants to be my wife but no one wants to be my daughter's mother. Their eyes are on my credit cards and not my daughter. Their hands are for my body and not for holding my daughter.

But Sarah was somewhat different, or she was pretending to be different. I don't know . She was so soft and caring for my daughter and declined every money I offered her in return. This is what attracted me to her more than her slim body with perfect curves and long hair. Her eyes were dark brown and deep like black holes. The way she was so gentle and caring towards my daughter was something I am weak for.

The other night when we met for the first time and the assholes who were asking her to sleep with them made me mad as hell. No one should touch her or come near her. She is Blue's favorite. Or maybe mine too.

"Noo no, no," I said to myself. I can't fall for her, and she isn't even that good of a girl. What if she fed my baby and bath her and made her hair? That's no big deal. Anyone can do that. Or maybe she was the only one who did. Whatever.... I shoved off the thoughts from my mind and got back to being the cruel, ruthless CEO of Blue Heavens who hated everyone.