The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

Chapter 119: Just Another Day Being A King

“Just another day being a King.”

Like getting dragged into a misunderstanding, momentarily kidnapped, and forced to please a guest who turned out to be Ares. Sucking his cock off like a doll. An endless night of continuous nasty fucking. An ache between my legs and ass, that’s driving me insane every second.

Okay… maybe that sounded less than a King’s day. It’s just a day in my life as Catherine Lane, contract wife to an impassive devil.

“It seems like the accident from a month ago isn’t the stress you’re currently facing.”

“I’m way over that, trust me, it’s all a bad memory.” I took my coffee for a drink.

“I can see that. I would like to make a suggestion… couples therapy.”

I choked, coughing loudly.

“Mrs. King, are you alright?”

He rose to help, but I stuck out a hand to stop him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He sat down and sighed. “It’s only a suggestion. Maybe with that, you can be more open-minded with him, and I would just be here to guide you through it.”

I cleared my throat. “Trust me, you don’t want Ares King as your patient, you’re gonna be the one going insane.”

“Client…” he corrected. “Not patient.”

“All the same at this point.”

“Would you like me to discuss with him? That should help.”

“No!”

“Understood. You can let me know when you change your mind.”

I doubt that will ever happen.

“So were we?” He asked.

This was gonna be a long session.

~☆~

When I shut the door behind me, I found Reed waiting for me, leaning against the wall.

“Seriously?”

He pushed off the wall, hands buried in his brown coat. “Apologies, Mrs. King.”

I rolled my eyes, walking, and he followed.

“It’s not like saying that is gonna change anything. This is Ares’ doing.” I glanced at him. “I hope I didn’t get you and Nico in trouble.”

“Ms. Athena vouched for us. My head is still intact, so we’re good.”

Thank God for Athena.

“I’m sorry… we were only gonna spend a few hours there and be back before everything went sideways.”

“It’s alright.”

“Sure?” I nudged my elbow against his arm, and he smiled.

“It must’ve been something you needed to do. I had a thought that the weekend at the King’s didn’t go so well.”

“So bad I had to start therapy,” I snorted.

He chuckled. “Everything’s okay, right?”

“I have a feeling telling you yes will sound like I’m lying. So I won’t answer, and don’t ask me why.”

“Are you gonna make another stop at the coffee shop?”

“No. Why?” I asked suspiciously.

“Your caffeine intake has increased,” he pointed out.

See? Paranoid. I actually thought he was on to me there.

“Not today. Though I wish there was something I could do so that I don’t go back to that office.”

“Are you and Mr. King fighting? Well, he did told me to drive you back to the penthouse after the appointment.”

I halted my steps. “He did?”

“Yeah, he said you’re not feeling well.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Reed!”

~☆~

I puffed my cheek at the small mirror, checking if the concealer was still covering my bruise. Thank God for concealers.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I quickly shoved my mirror into my bag and stepped out.

Like a magnet, all eyes fell to me. I would have thought my bruise was on display if I hadn’t checked my mirror a few seconds ago.

Why are they staring… hard?

They whispered amongst themselves, and I’m eager to go near and hear what they were gossiping about. Walking the aisle felt like a walk of shame, and my eyes kept roaming to discern the source of this unwanted attention.

Did someone die?

“Mrs. King!” Gary came towards me.

“Gary…” I whispered when he got close. “What the heck is going on?”

He simply pulled me towards a corner to ward off the attention.

“Hey, slow down! What’s with the rush?”

“Haven’t you seen the news?”

“What news?”

“It’s everywhere, and every blogger is eating at this more than when Molly Hodson got knocked up.”

“How can this be worse than Molly Hodson?”

“Dear god, you don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?!” I demanded, growing impatient.

“It came out a few hours ago, and it’s been hot hot!” He scrolled through his phone. “Where the fuck is it?!”

Someone walked past us, reading a newspaper, and Gary snatched it.

“Hey!”

“It already made the papers, too!” He flapped the paper at my face, and I snatched it, already getting annoyed.

I skimmed through, eyes almost bulging out of the sockets when I saw the headline.

Ares King… cheating?

I gasped, mouth dropping as I saw the picture. It’s dark, but the details were obvious. This was the back entrance of a club, and Ares was holding onto a woman with platinum hair close to his car.

Would you look at that? A paparazzi was on our tail that night? Those lurking bastards!

“OMG! It’s been taken down from the internet already!”

It must be Ares’ doing, but what was the use when it was already on the papers? What’s he gonna do now? Burn them all.

“You don’t look hurt by this. You should be,” Gary reasoned. “It’s in waves out there, and it’s already exploding.”

“How could I? The woman’s me.”

“W-What?” he blinked in shock.

“That’s a wig.”

“Why the wig, though?”

“Kinks.”

“Oh my…”

I grumbled under my breath as I walked out, but Gina Hale came through.

“Mr. King is already tired of you—”

“Fuck off, Gina!” I snarled, and she jumped to the side.

I don’t wanna deal with her nonsense right now or anyone else.

I adjusted my glass as I pushed through the office door. Ares was on call, but I didn’t care.

I dropped the paper on the table to seize his attention. “Congratulations, honey, we made it on the front page.”