Contract Wife : Morning, My Darling CEO

Chapter Eight Save by Chad

Chad POV

The West Empires – Chad’s Office.

Philip placed a brown file in front of me as he took several steps back his head bowed contritely.

“Boss, this is the information of the person you wanted,”.

Unable to stop myself, I reached for the gold-rimmed reading glasses on the table and slipped them on before snatching the brown file opening it.

The information in the file didn’t fall short of what I had been expecting. The lady was from a rich family alright. That was obvious from the way she wanted things done in her own way but her parents had died three months ago and she was heiress to H&G a small start-up company.

There was no single criminal activity or even a fight; the girl was that clean.

“So, she’s not the surrogate woman my mother arranged for me?” I looked up from the file towards Philip.

“No, Boss,” he refused to meet my eyes. “But your mom did send a girl over that day but I know that you hate things like that so as soon as I found out, I stopped everything. I didn’t expect that she would drug you. I’m sorry, Mr West. It won’t happen again,”.

“I’ll see that she’s taken care of and make sure she won’t cause trouble for you in the future,” he added.

My eyes strayed to the photo of the girl attached to the file and my heart leaped with joy. She was not only beautiful but equally stunning. Her delicate features were contorted into a naughty smile. Her eyes held secrets as she stared directly at the camera. She knew she was beautiful and was so bold about it. Her lips were stretched into a beautiful smile; the smile that melted my heart and caught me off-guard earlier today.

That smile was like a streak of sunlight on a snowy day…

“My little sunlight,” I mused.

My fingers brushed her face again as my mind flitted to the events of the previous night and my body coiled with pleasure from just from the thoughts of me pounding into her as her innocent face contorted into pleasure.

“Forget about it, Phil,” I drawled still staring at the picture “It was a beautiful accident,”.

“What?” Philips gasped in surprise as he tilted his head towards me staring at me as though I had suddenly developed a second head.

“Are you interested in her sir?” Philip asked.

“We don’t need to find more candidates for the surrogacy,” I ignored his question “Just her will do,”.

“B-but sir,” he trailed off.

“What is it, Phil?” I arched a brow at him.

“I didn’t expect you would buy into the surrogacy idea. I thought you said it was absurd? Or is it because your mother is forcing you or is this just a ploy to get that woman?”.

“It’s none of your business, Phil,” I smirked.

“Then should I tell your mom that you’ve welcomed the surrogacy idea and how you have found a woman?” Philip asked.

“No,” I shook my head “I’ll tell her about it myself. All I want is for you to find Cassidy Hart for me and bring her here,”.

The more I tried to repress the primal need to see her, the more I longed for her. So, I knew the only solution was to see her and I couldn’t wait.

“Got it boss,” Philip nodded and left the office. Hope he could bring in some good news. But for no reason, I would panic when I think of her. So I called Philip and decided to find her...

***

Room 308 Fountain Hotel.

I shrunk in the corner of the room holding the desk lamp. I could taste blood in my mouth and I could see blood. Though my vision was still hazy, I was trying to get a grip on myself but every part of my body screamed ‘Sleep’. I gazed at my torn clothes stained with blood; I couldn’t decide if they were mine or that of the fat man who had been lying still in front of me in the last five minutes.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and our gaze met.

“C’mon,” I growled in frustration “Can you die already?”.

He scrambled to his feet as he grinned at me, showing dirty brown teeth.

“I see you like it hard and rough,” he grabbed his balls and began stroking it as he watched me “Don’t worry I’ll give you hard and rough. You’ll like it,”.

“Don’t!” I brandished the desk lamp in front of me like a weapon “Don’t you dare come closer to me, else I will kill myself and you’ll have to take responsibility for that. Do you know what it means, Eddie,” that was the name Tricia had called him before they left “My family will go after you, you’ll never know peace again,”.

My hands holding the lamp were trembling, the effect of the drug was getting stronger and my vision was hazier than before. I blinked severally mustering all the willpower I had left in me.

“You think you scare me?” his nose crinkled in disgust making him look uglier than he was “You cannot take your own life. If that is what you have in mind, you would have done so without needing my permission,”.

“J-just…” I coughed out blood “Don’t come any closer, you’ll regret it,”.

He smacked his lips and started towards me. I tried to hit him with the lamp but he snatched it out of my hand and hurled it across the room. Seeing that he was not paying attention to me, I tried to run across the room when his hands grabbed my hair and jerked me towards him.

He bends me over his kneels and in one swift motion ripped off what was left of my dress exposing my back. He whistled in delight as his fingers caressed the small of my back, touching the bruises from last night with Chad.

“I thought you were a virgin,” he grunted in disdain “Look at all these marks from your lover. So, you’ve been f****d, Miss Cassidy? And here you are struggling with me when you should have opened those legs wide for me,”.

He leaned and in one swift motion captured my lips again. Nausea rose to the back of my throat as I struggled to release myself from his grip. His hands reached for my breast squeezing them. I froze as my blood dried. The only thing I could think of in my haze of despair was my mom and dad.

Somebody help! Please, anyone!

I widened my eyes and a handsome face flashed through my mind, Billionaire Chad West. He had the power to save or destroy everything, but I can't rely on him now, or anyone else...

“Breathe, Cass,” I muttered to myself as tears rolled down my cheeks “Breathe,”.

His breaths were coming in short spasm as his hands splayed over my skin, moving downwards towards my woman core.

I clenched my teeth and was about to hit him on the back of his head when the door flew open landing on the floor with a loud bang. The man jerked in fear as he dropped me and I landed on my back. For the rest of my life, I would always remember this night. His face was icy and terrifying, but his gaze burned with furious anger. He clenched his fists tightly, and just his aura alone was enough to make the guy on me scared as hell. When he looked at me, I caught a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. In the next second, he lifted the man on me with one hand, and slammed him onto the floor!

With a loud bang, that guy fell to the ground, howling in pain.

My gaze shifted over, and I felt him quickly come to my side, using his body to shield me from others' view. His warm suit jacket gently fell on me, covering my shredded clothes. He half-knelt on the ground, leaning closer to me, as if afraid to scare me.

"Sorry I'm late," his voice was soft like a feather. "Are you okay?"

When I met his gentle eyes, at that very moment, time seemed to stand still.

I nodded slightly, then shook my head at him, finally I gave him what looked like a smile.

“Thank you,” I murmured sadly.

I looked like doll rag against his body as I trembled trying to put on a brave show. My clothes were in shreds, I was bleeding, my eyes were filled with unshed tears. I waggled my brows as I thought of how I was always in need whenever I meet him.

“You must think this is a habit, right?” I chuckled sadly.

“What is a habit?” he gazed at me gently.

“This. Always finding me in trouble and then the torn dress just like last time. You don’t have to go through all the trouble,” I said weakly “Just take me home, I’ll be fine.”

“You still don’t know how to stop talking, hmm…,” His eyes grew dark with rage but his voice was firm but gentle.

He took big strides towards the door, with the bedsheets covering me from others' sight, and I snuggled in his arms. I thought I would be afraid of men getting close after going through all this, but actually, his approach made me feel extra safe.

His eyes grew dark with rage as he clenched his jaw and turned to talk to someone behind him.

“Leave the fat man and find out how she ended up here and who is responsible for all of this. I need quick responses, Philip.”

Chad's voice was cold and demanding. "And listen up, Pack your things, the people in this building and leave by tomorrow. A place that condones r**e doesn't deserve fair treatment!"

"Yeah, boss," Philip nodded.

The hotel manager's shout was left far behind as he walked away, his body swaying with each step. The heat of his body seeped through the thin sheets. My breath grew hot, my skin burning. With every step he took, I could vividly imagine his heartbeat, the muscles in his chest and abdomen flexing. Amidst the pounding of his heart and mine, my throat felt parched, and I involuntarily pressed myself closer to him, tightly hugging his chest, as if my blood was boiling...

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

He gently kissed the top of my head, his tender voice whispering.

***

“Hot!” I muttered twisting my body away from the warm cascade of water washing over it “So hot!” I repeated with both eyes still closed,”.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, shielding them from the light that seemed to be shinning bright in the room until finally they adjusted to it. When I looked up, I saw Chad’s handsome face looming over me with worry.

Instinctively, my arms covered my chest as I shrank back “What are you doing?” I swallowed hard “I can wash myself, so get out,”.

“Still stubborn as always,” Chad sighed “Move your hand let me finish washing you. I’ve seen you naked before or have you forgotten?”.

I bit my lips nervously as my eyes narrowed at him. He was staring keenly at me and I didn’t think he would stop anytime soon. I placed my hands at the edge of the tub when pain shot through me making me to wince as I fell back to the tub.

“What’s wrong?” Chad came to me immediately.

“Nothing,” I shielded the palm which the pain had come from.

Ignoring my claims, he reached for my hands and forced them open. There was a big wound in the centre of my palm. It was bleeding profusely now.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” I tried to reassure him.

He didn’t say anything as he directed my hands under warm faucet as he washed the blood away. Then he reached for the first aid box and starts dressing the wound. Although his eyes were cold, his movements were gentle. His brows were knitted in concentrations and his tongue was slightly on his lips as his long delicate fingers moved like he has done this several times.

Warmness pooled at my lower belly as I fought the urge to reach out and kiss him. I clamped my legs in annoyance hating the wetness that was slowly spreading in between them. I bit down on my lips as he applied an ointment on the fresh wound causing me pain.

His fingers touched my clamped lips as his eyes glinted dangerously “Do you have a tendency for self-abuse? If you clamp too hard on your lips it’ll bleed,”.

Without thinking, I opened my lips and covered his finger.