The Accidental Wife

At six o'clock, Catherine Brown was on her way to the hotel where her boss, slash secret husband, Mr. Richmond, checked in. He called her yesterday and informed her that tonight was the only time he would be available. And if she wanted her job back as his secretary, they needed to talk about something important first.

Well, whatever it was, she didn't care anymore, and though the devil said it would be purely business, here she was now, driving under the rain in tiresome traffic, and yes, she was quite a bit intoxicated while driving towards the hotel, but Catherine knew she didn't have to worry about anything beyond business discussion. After all, Mr. Richmond never saw her as a woman, not that her yellow sweater and long skirt would make an impression, and besides, he wanted her woman naked, -fucking all the time.

After ten minutes, when she reached the door, she strengthened and checked herself before knocking on the door of the presidential suite on the top floor. The woman at the reception said that she could go straight. After all, with her boring, non-sexy clothing, she surely couldn't be mistaken as a whore. She didn't even put on lipstick or a little make-up. She was here for a reason that even the gods didn't know why.

How she ended up married to the billionaire playboy was beyond her. Two years ago, being drunk and stupid, she accidentally married him. Oh yes, it was just a mistake, a fuckin' stupid drunken judgment, not that she could blame herself. After all, being too drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list. The man was nothing but bossy and demanding as hell, and out of desperation, he hired her as his secretary in exchange to keep their accidental marriage secret. Not that she had another choice. Being homeless, penniless, and heartbroken at that time made her desperate enough to accept his offer, but the devil himself fired him a few weeks ago, and now here she was in the bloody elevator thinking about how to strangle the man.

She knocked on the door many times, yet it seemed like either the devil was busy fucking someone or he was fast asleep.

Another minute passed. She tried to nudge the door and realized that it was unlocked. She opened it slowly and noticed how it was too dark inside. What sort of sorcery is this? Why is it too dark here? She thought to herself, "Hello? Is anyone here? Mr. Richmond?" With a little step forward, she yelled again, "Mr. Richmond? It's me, Miss Brown."

Looking around, she was surprised by the grandness of the living room. A huge crystal chandelier in the middle of the ceiling brightens the place, and the sheer glass wall with a modern shade curtain made from a very silky sheer fabric that both looked drapey and droopy was used on each side, which has made a great contribution to its grandeur.

Silence

He told her to come here, but the man probably forgot it again. "Bloody annoying. What a waste of time." She murmured under her breath, but halted when she realized Mr. Richmond would not leave the door unlocked if he wasn't here. Right?

"Shawn?" She blushed, saying his name out loud, and then felt silly.

A girl could dream.

However, Catherine walked through the darkened living room towards the glass door where the beautiful scenery was breathtaking, a view to die for indeed. Yet, the luxury in the room was to die for, with the cream with gold accents and furniture pieces being bold additions to this open area, which made the color palette of the living room so relaxing.

She paused for a moment as she pushed open the door to the next room, seeing that the lights were still on and hearing the sound of water rushing out of the showers.

Well, that was weird. She knew this because he once told her that her Asian grandmother was superstitious and had never allowed him to take a bath or shower at night since he was a child. And, besides, this suite was closed and dark; who was taking a shower here? Was he fucking someone inside, or did he simply forget to turn off the shower? Well, the second was believable. After all, he would not let her come here if he had a sex escapade here, right?

But curiosity got the better of her.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Catherine walked towards the shower room, passing a huge hallway. It was welcoming from the open door to the wide aisle. On the sides were the paintings of a famous artist; the floor was a modern dark marble; a blend of deep homely light nude hues; and a pale gold that matched well with the colors in the living room. Plus, the cathedral ceiling was a plus for its luxurious look.

However, all she could hear was the water, so she was actually beginning to think someone had just left it running.

She rounded the corner and froze. Yes, she stood there immobile, unable to even blink.

Mr. Richmond was naked, her fucking secret husband, with white soap bubbles around him as he stood under the spray of the water. But it wasn't that her ex-boss was standing without a stitch of clothing in front of her that made her gasp like she did, and it wasn't even the surprise of seeing him in the shower room naked either.

No, what made her gasp out loud enough that Shawn's eyes snapped open and peered directly into hers was a gigantic fucking dick between his knees, both of his hands wrapped securely around it as he rubbed it up and down. OKAY!Maybe… her mind was just overreacting and caused her to gawk at it and be shocked?