Hooked

7

Cassidy’s POV

Cassidy woke up the next morning, feeling different. The atmosphere of the room forced her awake as it was not her bed back at home. As she laid in bed, she looked around the room, eyeing the dim place before looking at the window where the brightness of the morning shone through the see-through curtains.

With a yawn, she got up and held her stomach when it growled. At that moment, she realized she did not have dinner the night before. All the activities of the day had made her full in the stomach and now, she was so hungry she could eat the whole house. She got out of bed and looked down at her body. She was still wearing the wedding gown.

“I need to bring my stuff over,” she said and looked in the direction of the walk-in closet then wondered if there was any cloth in it for her to wear. With that in mind, she walked over to the walk-in closet and pushed the door open.

Her eyes took in the wide room with a wide walkway which had a counter in the center of it. On each side of the wall were two tall closets facing each other and across from where she stood, was what she assumed to be an empty shoe rack. The room was almost the size of the bedroom, making her feel small.

“Rich people have an obsession with big rooms,” she said as she made her way to the center of the room and leaned against the counter. The surface was made of glass and under the glass surface were compartments, which she suspected were for jewelry and other items.

The luxury of the house made her feel poor in various ways. It made her feel like it would take eternity for her to get used to living the way her new life was looking. Pushing that aside, she looked at the closets and found the compartments empty.

She glanced at the other one and spotted a large shirt hanging from a hanger. She sighed in relief and approached the closet. Once close, she grabbed the shirt and unhooked it from the hanger then placed it against her body. The shirt stopped in the middle of her thigh and the texture of the shirt made her know it was expensive but she did not care.

Cassidy hurriedly left the closet and quickly slipped out of her gown then wore the shirt. It was big on her smaller frame and smelt like laundry detergent. After folding the gown and dropping it on her bed, she left her room and made her way downstairs.

The house was huge and felt like a long stroll. When she got to the living room, she looked around for what resembled a kitchen but found none. There were single and double doors around. She was starting to feel frustrated until one of the doors opened and a young woman in a chef uniform stepped out. Behind her, she could see the kitchen.

“Oh. Good morning,” the chef said with a smile. “You must be Mr. Sanders's wife.”

Cassidy could smell the delicious aroma of food coming from the kitchen and standing to entertain the chef was the last thing on her mind.

“Hi,” she said and stepped closer. “Is it okay if I go into the kitchen to make breakfast?”

A strange look masked the chef’s face.

“You don’t need to do that. I am hired by Mr. Sanders to cook his food and since you're his wife, it is also my duty to cook for you. Breakfast is almost ready, Mrs. Sanders.”

The name made her cringe on the inside but smiled on the outside. Also, she was uncomfortable with the idea that someone would cook her meals. Not wanting to argue with the woman, she nodded.

“Alright. I will just take water and wait,” she said and the chef nodded before walking away, heading toward the front door.

Cassidy rolled her eyes and entered the kitchen. The size of the room was twice the size of her room with modern-style kitchen appliances and steaming pots on the cookers. On the counter in the center of the kitchen were ingredients, vegetables and pots.

She grabbed a slice of bread off the counter then went over to the fridge that was tall and wider than any fridge she had seen. Everything around her screamed luxury and it made her feel small. She opened the fridge and was not surprised that it was stocked up with drinks, bottled water, vegetables and other items. She grabbed one of the cold bottles and flinched when she felt a warmth against her back.

Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw a buff and muscular arm stretch out to take a bottle of water out of the fridge. She swallowed as she felt hard planes of muscles against her back and when he shifted his body, she felt his lower region brush against her ass.

“Good morning.”

His hoarse and deep voice made her body tingle, coupled with the after effect of having his body pressed up against hers. She swallowed and gripped the bottle hard then hesitantly turned around, which she regretted doing.

Standing before her was her shirtless, muscled and tattooed bodied husband. Her tongue became heavy and throat tightened as her eyes drank in his upper body. A series of words in greek was tatted from one pec to the other and under his muscled right breast was a cross tattoo with a date. Her eyes traveled down his strong chest to his thin waist and to his abs which she counted were six. Her breathing was erratic and her heart thumped fast when she looked below his hips. He was wearing a baggy sweatpant and her curious eyes wandered to his crotch area.

A deep chuckle resonated in the room, snapping her out of her state. She blinked and looked up at the man. He had a dark look in his eyes that were partially shielded with his hair. A smirk was stretching his lips and his expression made her feel heated all around.

“The way you are looking at me makes me think you really want us to start with the baby making process.” He stepped forward and Cassidy pressed her back against the still open fridge.

The coldness from it blew on her back, giving her a sense of relief from the sudden heat in her. And when Eric stopped in front of her, leaving a small gap between them, she bit her lip.

“You know, we are both adults with needs,” he whispered and leaned closer to her face. “Being married to you will limit me from f*****g other women. So, if we are trying to have a child, I want you to know how much I would enjoy your body as my wife.”

Cassidy felt herself becoming wet from his words and his closeness to her body. His hot breath fanning her cheek and his scent made her more heated up. The urge to touch him, to run her hands over his skin and to lean close so their lips could touch was so great in her.

Someone clearing their throat made them jerk before he put distance between them. Cassidy looked to the side and saw the chef staring at them holding a basket full of vegetables. She looked back at Eric who eyed her body up and down with a hungry look in his eyes before he walked away and out the kitchen.

Cassidy put her hand on her chest and stepped away from the fridge then closed it. She walked up to the woman who had a blank yet clouded look in her eyes. She smiled at the chef and walked past her.

As she made her way to the stairs, she spotted Eric walking away in a hallway past the stairs, to her right. She could not help but stare at his strong back then at his plump ass in the sweatpants as he continued walking. She could not believe she had married a man so hot and sexy.

At that moment, she started to wonder what it would be like to have him between her legs and when she realized what she was thinking, she wanted to smack herself into remembering he did not exist.

“Damn, I’m doomed,” she said when she realized her plan would be difficult.