Billionaire's Spoiled Contract Wife

Chapter 9

Hold up! Did he just say Snyder, as is my Snyder? Like Chase Snyder?

I froze there for a moment. Thank God for Mrs. Jones's disturbance informing me that dinner was ready for our new resident. I not, I would have been stuck there looking like an i***t.

“Would you like a hand love?”

“No thanks”

Walking away as quickly as my wobbly legs allowed, I can sense those piercing eyes on me. Who would have thought the man with those eyes that have been the highlight of my dreams and thoughts is also the mysterious man I married?

It all makes sense now, the feeling of being watched, the bump in a few weeks ago. He knew where I was this whole time. Now four months later after that damn marriage certificate was stamped and recorded, he shows up. How am I supposed to react to this? How do I go about this?

As fine as he is, I don’t want to be married nor do I want a husband. Never had and probably never would. A fling, I could do. A husband, not so much. Being tied down to anyone just doesn’t appeal to me. And now is not the best time for me to even consider a fling, let alone a husband. I'm in the process of recovery and figuring out who I am and who I want to be. A wife is not it.

Finishing off my rounds after checking in with our last intake for the night, I head into my new office. Yes, dad gave me an office a few days ago. To my surprise my door was already opened and sitting in front of my desk was no other than Mr. forest green eyes himself.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Snyder?” I asked, walking to my desk. He watched me the whole time with a smirk on his face. One I wanted to wipe off yet touch. I need to get this man away from me.

“You’re cute, do you know that?”

“Thanks, but can we get to the point?”

“Hmm. Haven’t changed much I see.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing sweetheart”

“Mhm. Look, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. How bout we put an end to this marriage charade and move on. We can even be friends.”

He studied me for what seemed like hours but was only a minute. It was like he was trying to reach my soul with those eyes. The more I stare back at him, the more he seems familiar. I can’t put my finger on it, but I swear I’ve seen him before. There was no way I'd ever forget a man that looked like and carried himself like that.

“Like I said you’re cute. However, there is no end to this marriage. Not after you promised your undying love for me the night of our wedding, or how those lips begged me to take you as mine over and over again.”

I almost choked. Me, Kaylene Anita Smith, begging a man for affection. There's no way on gods green earth.

“I highly doubt that. But I need this marriage to go away. Like I said you don’t know me, and I sure the hell don’t know you. I wasn’t even aware of you, or this marriage until a week ago. Let alone that I was highly induced before any of this took place. Plus, I’m not the wife type. You could do better.”

“That may be so, but you’re my type, my wife and this marriage is final.”

Ugh, what have I gotten myself into? This man just wants to be difficult for no reason.

“What do I have to do to get out of it?”

“Nothing but don’t worry, give it some time. You’ll be begging to stay in it.”

Once again, I highly doubt that. But if being around my dad has thought me anything, men like these don’t budge. I’m better off letting dad take care of this, hopefully, he’ll be able to deal with all the drama between these two families and get me out of this mess.

I didn’t have anything else to say and after the long day I had, I was ready to go home. Looking at my watch I noticed it was way past eight and that means my ride is here. The last thing I need is a lecture right now. Grabbing my purse and ignoring the man seating across from me, I head out of the office.

I didn’t make it far before I was pulled back into him. The faint scent of lemongrass and vanilla was intoxicating. Images of ways that scent can get all over me started flashing into my head till I could feel the puddle slowly building between my legs. I pulled away. Seriously, what the hell is going on with me?

“You know love, this can go really simple and easy if you just give in and come home with me.”

“Nah, I’m good. I’ve already told you I don’t want any part of this. Now please excuse me, my ride is waiting on me.”

“Fair enough love. Have it your way, guess I have no choice but to have that meeting with your “dad”

It’s something about the way he said that. Almost as if it’s a threat but exclaiming that dad isn’t really mine. It’s obvious I know but still irks me when people make a point of it. Without bothering to look back I head for the front door. Thank God it was the driver, Joey that was waiting. I can’t deal with my parents right now.

When I got home no one was there. Found a note and a new Phone. Note stating that Care when on a date with Nathan, Dad had a business meeting, Mom was stuck finishing up the house for the douche and that dinner was already ordered and would be delivered by nine-fifteen just in case I got held back. Right on cue the doorbell ringed. Taking the food from Joey, I sat on the couch to read the second note attached to the phone.

Clean slate. New phone. New Number. Leave the old ones in the past and forge forward. We’re proud of you baby girl. -Mom & Dad

I thought I would have been more excited and happier that I got a phone. A few months ago, I would have been jumping up and down about having a new phone, let alone one that hasn’t even been announced to be released yet. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. It means a lot to hear my parents are proud of me but having my phone back didn’t make me feel anything.

After finishing up dinner, I left the phone in the box and prepared for bed. Getting used to working out every morning and the occasional labor at the shelter, my body wasn’t sore nor exhausted as I’m used to, but my mind is a different story. For the first time, I’m all alone in a house with a clear mind and that itself is tormenting.

There was just too much to mentally process. In a span of a few months, my life has turned upside. Many would say upside up but don't know what that side looks like, so I couldn't tell you. I'm used to the circus that it's been; not this straight narrowed, clear head, full-time working and might be someone's wife regularity it has become. I'm not quite sure I can handle regular and simple.

It'll never be as simple as those that are outside of the circle I've been forced into. I'll always be the Smith's spoiled unstable adopted daughter no matter how much I change. I'll always be a recovering chaos no matter how good things get. Do I want regular and simple? Do I want to be outside of the circle? Do I want to have a life different from the one I've had? The answer is yes to all those questions. As of right now, can I handle it? NO!