Her Spoilt CEO

Moving in

They arrived at his main mansion half an hour later. The main mansion was certainly bigger than his family's by being twice its size. It had three pools, three floors, so many rooms and lights. How on earth was only Finn living in this place? Stepping into the building gave her a feeling of inferiority. His house felt like paradise. Everything was expensive and spotless. She had felt scared stepping on the marvelous floor in her sandals, worrying she would get the ground dirty with the dust on it. He had so many servants walking to and fro doing most of his tasks for him. One of the servants approached her and took her bag.

"Hi ma'am. Welcome. The boss informed us you were coming. He ordered me to take your things to his room. Follow me", She informed her before leading her way up the pretty looking golden stairs. Helen felt like an outcast. She felt so much like a pauper in a palace for the first time. Should she be here? Was she meant to be in a place like this? Her dad was not even as rich as that. Arriving in his room, she felt her eyes pop out as she admired his neatness and interior decoration. He had a king-sized bed dangling above it a mosquito net. He had different bright, expensive lights which enhanced the brightness of the room. Beside the room itself was a private swimming pool.

"I don't belong here. This is wrong. I shouldn't be here", she said to herself with so much guilt.

"Freshen up, ma'am. Dinner will be ready soon", the servant informed her before leaving. Now alone in the room, she walked around admiring the paintings and the figurines. Then her eyes caught something which seemed to make sense to her. It was a huge picture of a beautiful lady painted with expensive colours and hung above his bed. She looked really beautiful. Could that be the Joyce everyone admired? As she stared at the painting, Finn walked in. She looked away immediately and went for her bag.

"I cannot believe i will be sharing the same room with you" he complained in disappointment as he walked into his large closet to get a shirt.

"Where can I keep my things?" She asked, ignoring his nagging.

"There is plenty of space in the closet. Keep your things there", he explained, walking into the washroom. Helen opened up her bag and began unpacking her things. Unpacking wasn't hard at all. Things got really awkward as soon as Finn walked out of the washroom with just a towel on. She felt her heart leap. She looked away instantly.

"This is just a temporary marriage. Be careful how you expose yourself here", She warned with disgust.

"I am sorry" He apologized, walking into the closet. "I am not used to having anyone in this room except those i choose."

Helen felt a little surprised that he apologized. He never acted like he did.

***

Dinner occurred in silence as the sound of their knife and fork scraping the ceramic plate echoed the whole house.

"Look, Helen…" He broke the silence. "This is my personal house and there are rules that apply here."

"Rules? Why will you need rules?" She asked with surprise.

"The less you know, the better. Do not bring any guests here without my permission. Do not leave without taking the driver. Ensure you have your fingerprint registered at the door. Do not by any chance touch any of my belongings Don't enter my studio…"

"You have a studio?" She asked with surprise.

"Yes. I paint", he answered.

"What do you paint?" She wanted to know.

"I paint anything my heart desires. It depends on what i find inspiration."

"Or who…" she added, thinking about the painting of the lady in his room. He stopped eating for a moment and then continued. He never said a word to her again that night.

***

The next morning, she was awoken by the sound of her alarm. She stared at the other side of the bed. Her eyes fell on Finn, sleeping peacefully like a child. She frowned and rolled her eyes, realizing it wasn't a dream. She really married Finn. How could this be sane? She never thought there would be a day he would sleep right beside her that way...like her husband. She felt uncomfortable because of this and thought about Tristan. She wasn't sure why she had broken up with Tristan in the first place, since it was obvious their conflict could have been settled with good communication. Emily was right. He had always been a good man. As she picked up her phone to call him, she recalled Emily's warning to stay away from him. This made her a little sad. Perhaps it was for the best. She thought.

***

"That will be the last photo shoot for the day" the photographer announced as he clicked the last shot. Helen sighed with a stressed look and proceeded to walk out of the photoshoot studio toward the makeup room in order to get her outfit and make-up off her.

"Wait Helen! You can't leave yet". Her manager stopped her right at the entrance of the make-up room. Helen grumbled lazily, wondering what they wanted. "I heard about your marriage with the CEO. Congrats"

Normally, this type of news ought to make her blush or show a bit of emotion, but for some reason this woman's words stung her to the core. What exactly was the need for the congratulatory words? It wasn't even needed.

"Thank you" She thanked her, feigning being moved by the greetings.

"You know what, i never thought Finn would settle down, but now that I see he found you as a perfect match, i think you're very lucky," The old lady went on.

"No i am not", she said under her breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Is there anything you want me to do for you, Mrs Janet?" Helen asked, getting irritated by the conversation.

"Sure. Hand over this envelope to Finn. He asked for them. He is in the office presently, so you will be able to catch up with him". She went straight to the point. Helen collected the envelope promising to deliver the message. 'Maybe next week or next year…' she didn't care.

"O! And he wants it in 15 minutes. I should be the one going but I am organizing some important documents. I really can't leave that for this and, since he is your hubby, I have a good feeling you will do this justice"

Helen nodded in approval and proceeded to walk into the makeup room. The old lady pulled her back. "No, you really have to go now. I don't want to get fired."

"Fine. I'm just stressed. But for you, I will go straight to his office. It doesn't matter if it's on the top floor of this building, does it?" She nagged lazily and walked toward the direction of the elevator.

Arriving at his office, Helen squeezed her face in disgust, realizing Finn was kissing some random lady she knew nothing about. What a simp! She insulted with an angry stare. This was the reason why she never wanted to come to him in the first place. He never valued her as a person. Yeah! She definitely knew they were just living together via contract, but at least, he should have a little respect for her. Thank goodness she brought the letter instead. What if the manager had come in and witnessed this sight? That would be so embarrassing for them. He paused the kiss and stared toward her direction and then at the envelope in her hands.

"Why do you have to deliver that? I told Miss Janet to do that herself", he asked with disappointment.

"It's good I did. She doesn't have to see this sight", Helen informed her with a stern look, dropping the envelope on her desk.

"What sight exactly? Why will she care if I kiss a lady in my office?" He asked with surprise.

"I am so stupid to have forgotten you are daddy's boy. What was I thinking? I thought maybe you would have respected the contract and not do your dirty flirty business in public where anyone can just walk in and see. How important is this contract to you anyway? It might not be that important to you, but I swear, this contract is very important to me. You have to keep whatever you are doing on a low key so that no one tells your father", she warned. He stares at her silently for a while before sitting on his office chair. He bid his sidechick goodbye and turned back to Helen, who still had her face squeezed.

"Can you have a seat please?" He ordered her. She felt irked at this but obeyed since he was still her boss. "I understand we are bonded by a contract and I need you in order to get my dad's inheritance just as you need me to start your own modelling agency, but I assure you that I hate being told what to do. Just because some stupid contract told you to pose as my wife does not mean you can come to my office and remind me of how a contract works. You aren't my wife and i hate intruders."

"I understand Finn. I really do. But you have to understand that whatever results from this will affect me the most. I will lose my job. Your dad is still your dad. He might forgive you and forget all you have done. How about me? Your dad has promised to end my career if i don't take care of you"

"Are you taking care of me?" He asked with a smirk. "Tell me how you have taken care of me between yesterday and today."

"Finn, this is not a joke."

"You see! You can't take care of me because you aren't my wife and i won't even let you do that. Don't let all this contract thing get into your head, Helen. You are free to do whatever you want, but please do not ever tell me what to do.... again" He warned with a sharp stare. She nodded and walked out immediately, not saying a word. What had she expected anyway? A tap on the back or a beautiful speech about how right she was and how they could compromise to make things better. This was what Tristan would have done. Tristan always listened to her. This i***t doesn't. The guy didn't even understand her point. He was swallowed up by his ego. She walked back into her changing room and sat before the mirror trying not to cry. She really had to get Tristan back at all costs. Grabbing hold of her phone, she dialled Tristan's number hoping he would respond. He never ignores her calls. For the first time he did and this struck her so hard. She tried one more time but he hadn't picked up. She finally gave up trying and decided to try her luck later that day.

***

Finn's dad had paid them an unexpected visit while she inspected the laundry detergent, wondering why Finn would have bought such an expensive one. She knew telling Finn the detergent he was using was too expensive would be fruitless because she had no say about it. Perhaps she could just order her own online instead. Joining both father and son in the living room, the old man seemed surprised to see them both together.

"When did you both get married?" He asked with a disappointed look.

"Yesterday", Finn responded with a fake smile.

"O! I thought you would want a big wedding. Why this small arrangement? You're an influencer Finn. You can't just hide this news from the world."

"I prefer to keep this low-key dad. I don't want anyone to know yet"

"You showed the whole world Joyce, Finn. Why don't you want to show this one?"

"Joyce is different!" He snapped in anger. His dad was surprised at his reaction. Finn realized his rude behaviour and calmed himself down. "I am sorry for that. It's just that I need time to get used to Helen. I don't see her the same way i see Joyce"

"You both could be deceiving me right now and i have no idea. Why do I feel this is a fake marriage? Are you doing all this for wealth?" He asked in doubt.

"No dad. Not at all. I will never do that" Finn denied immediately, holding Helen's hands softly. "I will give her a chance" Helen threw him an irritated stare.

"I hope you do. I won't believe all this until you prove it yourself. This weekend is John's wife's baby shower. We will be attending that since we're all invited. I wish to see you and your wife there."

"Of course. I will bring her along", Finn promised his dad, still holding her hands.

"Alright then. That will be no problem."

Later that night, Helen sat at the pool trying out Tristan's number one more time. Tristan picked up this time.

"What is it?" He asked almost rudely.

"Tristan…" Helen began, shedding tears, which made him let go of his grudge immediately.

"Helen what's it? What's wrong?" He asked with confusion.

"I am sorry. I am really sorry" she apologized, hoping he would hear her out.