Caityln's pov.

Mason can't divorce me, where will I go? I have no home, no family whatsoever. After my parents died in the tragic road accident that has left me scarred till date, I have been to three orphanages who were only able to keep me until I was eighteen. Thankfully, I met Mason before I was kicked out, he was my heartthrob, we fell so deeply in love and he gave me a home in his house.

We got married shortly after, it was the best thing that ever happened to me, well, until now. If he decides to leave me, I'll be out on the streets! I know, I should have some money saved from my job as a secretary but I only just started a month ago, I haven't been able to save anything.

"Think about this Mason, do you really want to do this?" I asked in tears, hoping that he would rephrase his statement. I know he cheats on me, I know our love isn't what it used to be, but I don't have anyone except him.

"There is really nothing to think about Caitlyn," he wrapped another blanket around his waist, getting out of bed after planting a kiss on the lips of the whore sitting beside him. I boiled in fury.

"I have made my decision. This marriage isn't what it used to be, we both know it's not going anywhere so let's just end it." He continues, breaking my heart even more.

"No.." my breath almost seizes, "Mason, please don't do this. Where do you want me to go?"

"Anywhere you like, I really couldn't care less. But my lawyer will be here first thing in the morning, and you must sign those papers. Don't worry," he doesn't just stop there. "I'm going to give you some money, perhaps you can start your pathetic life all over again. I know you need the money, that's why I'm being kind." He mocked me, gloating in my face.

My fists tighten as I glare at him, wondering what he actually takes me for.

"I don't need your filthy money." I mutter.

"Don't be ridiculous, we both know you wouldn't last a day without me providing for your every need, that is why I have decided to be kind enough to help you out with something to start your life with."

The bitch on the bed snickered, and my eyes sting from the tears that I have been holding back.

"I will not give you the luxury of making fun of me." I said and left the room without word. I was afraid that if stayed there any longer, I might burst from anger and pain.

Two years of marriage is about to be lost! I thought I was married to the love of my life, but he turned out to be a mummy's boy who let his mother's hatred for me win him over. If this is what he wants, then that's fine. I will live on the streets until I have gathered enough money to rent an apartment at least.

I couldn't sleep a wink that night, not with the weight of impending doom looming over me. I sat in the living room all night, listening to the moans coming from Mason's room until dawn.

The sound of the doorbell caused me to jolt back to reality, my eyes turning to the front door. I wondered if it was Mason's lawyer, and I was right. He came downstairs, all dressed up and excited, his mistress trotting behind him as he walked to the front door.

They each glanced at me, and I thought it was mostly because I looked a mess. My hair was all messy and my eyes were heavy as a result of all the tears I shed last night. Why does this feel like the end for me? Why can't I find the courage that I need at this time?

All I have known all my life is pain, orphaned at the age of six and having to face the numerous bullies at the orphanage schools. It was hell, I thought my life would get better, but it's only becoming worse.

"Good morning." Mason greeted, inviting the smartly dressed, middle aged man into the house and leading him to the couch. They all sat down in front of me and I watched in anticipation.

"Good morning, Mrs Borne." The lawyer spoke to me. I couldn't say a word.

"I am Mr Borne's attorney, and I will be handling your divorce case. Here are the papers which you are required to sign immediately, then.."

"Where should I sign?" I asked without hesitation, keeping a straight face. They glanced at each other before he opened the page for me to sign.

I picked up the pen and signed on it, my hands shaking and my lips quivering.

"Thank you." The attorney stated, looking surprised. Mason was equally shocked, he wanted to see me breakdown and beg him again, but I will not let him mess with me again. I am hurt, devasted in fact, but he doesn't deserve to know that.

"I will work on the alimony and..."

"I don't want anything. I want absolutely nothing to do with this man here. Keep your money to yourself Mason, I will leave your life." I snapped, getting to my feet in rage.

"Where are you going?" Mason asked.

"I'm leaving of course, I'm going to take my bags and I'm leaving you for good. Isn't that what you wanted?" I asked but he scoffed.

I ignored him and went upstairs, going to the room to pack up everything that belonged to me. I still had to go to work that morning, so I took a quick shower, dressed up and left with my bags without looking back. I hope my paths never cross with Mason's ever again.

I took a taxi to the office with all of my stuff. I had no idea where I was going to keep them or where I was going to stay after work today. Maybe I shouldn't have rejected that money after all.

Fuck..!

"Good morning Caitlyn," the receptionist greeted with a smile as I walked over to the desk to log in for the day. She stared at my baggage and gave me a questioning look.

"Good morning Laura. Can I keep these with you until later? Please." I pleaded and she nodded.

"Sure you can, but why do you have all these? Are you making a trip?"

"Something like that." I chuckled nervously.

"Alright then," she sighed, not wanting to pry. "Have a nice day."

I thanked her before leaving for my office in a hurry. I have a lot of work today and I have to get started.

.

"Caitlyn!!"

I jumped from my seat, my soul almost leaving my body as my boss's voice echoed out of nowhere. I ended up knocking over the files on my desk, and I tried to pick them up only to graze my elbow on the edge of the desk.

"Fuck.." I winced, getting up slowly.

"What is wrong with you?"

I looked up and found Zayn in front of me, his eyes red with fury. He must have been calling me for quite some time and I didn't hear. I have been so engrossed in my thoughts that I haven't been productive all day. It's almost closing time and I haven't gotten half of my work done.

"N-nothing boss, I'm fine."

"Then why the hell weren't you picking up the phone!? You fucking kept me waiting!" He thundered and I lowered my head in fear.

"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." I promised.

"It better not. Send me the Smith Incorporated file immediately." Everything about him screamed authority, I could'nt help but nod in affirmation and he took a short glance at me before entering his office.

I need to get it together, I can't risk losing my job as well.

Night approached quickly, I was unable to keep my emotions bottled in for much longer. Tears trickled down my face as I thought about what to do and where to go. Where would I spend the night?

I pulled out a small bottle of whiskey that I had with me and gulped it down at a go, almost killing myself in the process. I wanted to forget my pain, they say it helps. But it did nothing, my pain only became worse. Everyone had left the office, it was just my boss and I as usual, but I'm afraid I have nowhere to go if he asks me to leave.

Just as I expected, he came out of his office five minutes later, and our eyes met. I felt a tug in my heart as the tension in the atmosphere suddenly grew. I hid the bottle of whiskey- at least I thought I did.

"You're still here?"

Hearing his voice made my clit tingle, perhaps it's the effect of the alcohol.

"I.. I don't have anywhere to go." I muttered the truth, having no choice.

"So I was right?" He came closer, I wish he wouldn't, I don't know how long I can control myself.

"You are a homeless hippie."

"No sir. I am just a divorcee who has no home to go back to." Tears fell from my eyes. He raised his brow, almost in concern, but I knew better. Zayn doesn't care for anyone but himself.

"Just let me spend the night here." I sniffed. "I am in pain."

He came closer, too close for comfort, bending over right in front of me. His face was barely an inch away from mine, his warm breaths causing my knees to tremble. My breathing became heavier as I stared at his juicy, pink lips. The urge not to kiss them was hell to resist.

He raised his hand, brushing off the hair that fell on my face, and traced those calloused fingers of his to the back of my neck, nudging me closer. I was so fucking wet already, and I was fighting the electrifying feeling of being so close to him with all of my strength.

"How about I help you ease your pain?"

My defences weakened instantly.

I don't care anymore! Claim me now Zayn Morrison, do it now.

Caitlyn's pov.

Zayn, as if he had read my thoughts, pushed his hand up my thighs, stirring up the lust that I have struggled to keep buried since I started working for him. His eyes remained glued to mine, I felt him staring into my soul, his honey brown eyes compelling me to let go of my defenses and surrender to intimate touch.

His nose gently brushed against mine, causing to shudder in pure anticipation. I got close to his lips but he retreated, sneaking his hand behind me, perfectly encircling my tiny waist in his large palm. With his other hand brushing off the hair on my face again, he easily swept me off my feet, and I was in his arms.

I could hear clearly, the sound of my own heart thumping against my chest as I watched him carry me into his office and shut the door. I gulped in fear and excitement, wondering if I was really doing the right thing.

"Who cares?" My subconscious said and I almost giggled.

He stopped right in front of the long couch in his office, his grip around me tightening. I gazed into his eyes again, but this time around was different, he had a strange red tint in his eyes. It was almost dangerous, but I couldn't back away now, I wanted this badly. I don't even remember the last time I was touched, I needed this!

"Your eyes are enchanting, I seem to lose control when I gaze into them." His breaths got heavy, and his eyes narrowed.

"You look like you want to eat me up." I mutter with stifled breath. He let out a deep groan, gently putting me down on the couch.

"I want to do lots of things to you, eating you up is just one of them." He stared at me from a two feet distance, undoing the first two buttons of his white shirt. I bit my lip, deciding to let my demons out with no regret. Perhaps it's the alcohol, but I'm loving this feeling.

"What are you waiting for then? Come and get me." I let out an audible sigh, partly spreading my legs and watching the bulge in his pants grow as he stared at me.

Getting on one knee in front of me, he pulls me close again, taking a long sniff of my neck and shoulder. "You're inviting the demon, be rest assured that it won't be this easy to get rid of me." He planted a soft, electrifying kiss on my neck and I shudder.

"You're welcome.. demon." I drawl, trailing my finger along his bare chest.

He jumped on me like a predator, hungrily claiming my lips, his hands around my tiny body. I couldn't kiss him back for a while because I was suffocating, but when his grip loosened on me, I parted my lips to allow his ravaging tongue into my mouth. He released raspy and heavy breaths, deepening the diabolically sexy kiss.

I felt everything at the same time, I loved that his hands were exploring my body and causing my panties to get soaked. I loved how breathless and helpless I felt in his rough but seductive kiss. I loved every bit of it, the minty taste of his mouth, the tender feeling of his lips, everything!

His hands slid under my skirt, reaching for my panties, he suddenly broke the kiss, leaving me panting for breath. "You're so wet." He announced, like he was surprised.

"That's just what you do to me." I admitted. He grinned and continued to caress my thighs, teasing me repeatedly when his hand would reach my pussy. I sighed heavily, not wanting further foreplay. I just wanted his cock in me!

"Take them off already." I told him but he chuckled and continued to fiddle around with my panties until he finally pulled it off.

I shuddered when his finger poked my clit, a beautiful feeling shooting through all my nerves and causing the hairs on my body to stand. I stared into his eyes, unable to look away. His dark eyes were enough to prove to me that he was the demon that he said he was.

"Do you want me?" He questioned, taking out his hand and moving them to my boobs instead. I nodded my head slowly, taking in my lip.

"No, say it."

"I want you."

"You don't want me enough." He proceeded to take my blouse off, as gently and as slowly as he possibly could. His eyes widened as he stared at my breasts, his hand cupping each one.

"So fucking beautiful." He muttered, fondling them softly. I sighed deeply, getting insanely turned on. He took a bra off with ease, exposing my cherry red nipples which his eyes seemed to be glued on.

I squirmed under him, watching him lower his head to kiss my boobs, wet, slurpy, slow kisses that seemed to last forever. He gave each one his undivided attention, and I felt the tension build up in me. I couldn't hold back anymore, my soft moans echoed in the quiet office, my hand moving to the back of his head.

"Do you want me?" He asked, his voice muffled as he still had his face buried between my boons.

"Yes I do." I answered immediately.

"No you don't." He said. What? What does he mean?

"Zayn, I really do want you."

"I'll know when you do." He responded, returning his lips to my nipple. I shuddered in pleasure, throwing my head back. His wet tongue curled and slid along the rough edges of my nipple, instantly putting me in a frenzy. I moaned, shutting my eyes and enjoying every movement he made.

His hand ran down to my pussy and he started to stroke me, starting off slow at first and then graduating into long, fast strokes that left me panting for air and my mouth making sounds that I don't even understand.

"Zayn.." I moaned, parting my lips and unintentionally pulling his hair.

He stroked my clit until I could feel it throbbing, but he didn't stop, and his lips didn't leave my nipple. He switched from one to the other, and watching him intensified the heat that was reeling up within me.

"Za.. Zayn." I panted, feeling myself approach a climax. My knees had started to shake, short and pleasurable spasms running up and down my spine.

"Zayn.. oh my God." I tightened my grip on his hair.

His teeth grasped my nipple between them, teasing, tormenting and pulling. It hurt, but I loved it so much. I was breathless, jolting uncontrollably.

"F..fuck! Fuck! I'm.. I'm.." My head snapped back.

"Oh! Oh!" I was jerking and jolting, but he kept stroking my clit, leading me to one of the wildest orgasms of my life. I cried out in pleasure, tears almost falling from my eyes. He stopped and just watched me.

"That's more like it." He whispered, placing kisses on my face as if to calm me.

"I can't keep this big boy locked in anymore, he might just burst." He admitted, pulling his belt faster than I have ever witnessed it being done.

When his pants dropped, my jaw dropped, despite the fact that I was still trying to recover from the insane orgasm that he had driven me to.

He was huge, bigger than I thought. As much as it scared me, I wanted it in me. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Do you think you can handle it?" He smirked, approaching me and grabbing my legs. He spread them apart, watching me in a rather meticulous way.

"I want all of it, I want your cock buried deep in me." I answered.

"Wow, whiskey does wonders huh?" He chuckled. This has to be the first time I've ever seen him laugh. I smiled back at him, and watched him slowly fit his member into my tiny opening. It hurt a little- okay, a lot. But I sucked it up and ended up taking in his whole length.

"Yes.." he let out a groan, and began to thrust in and out of me.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you forget that you ex-husband ever existed." He panted, his thrusts getting insanely fast.

"Please, make me." I begged, his cock destroying my walls- but I loved it.

Caitlyn's pov.

I snuggled the pillow closer, my feet curling and my skin sinking into the soft, silky blanket. I have never been this comfortable in my whole life, the warmth was revitalizing.

Wait a minute!

My eyelids threw open, a loud gasp leaving my lips. How on earth did I end up here!? Sitting up, I took a look around the luxurious room that I had found myself in, it wasn't like any of the hotels I've ever been in, it was so gorgeous.

The bed was a staggering giant, twice as big as my old room in Mason's room. Everything in this room was white, including the tall, floral curtains that cascaded down to the floor from the ceiling. My eyes darted over to the huge smart tv on the wall in front of me, a gasp of wonder leaving my lips. I couldn't help but notice the door, it was grand and beautiful, having intricate carvings on it, it felt like a palace.

I stepped down from the bed, my feet meeting the cold, tiled floor. I walked towards the door, wondering who had brought me here. The last thing I remember was sleeping off in Zayn's arms after the steamy night we shared.

Darn! I can't believe I slept with my boss, I misbehaved and turned into a whore because of little alcohol. I wonder if he'll fire me or start to hate me for jumping on him the way I did.

"Hello?" I whispered, pushing the door open and taking a look outside. It was even more luxurious than I thought. I was definitely not in a hotel, but this is one heck of a mansion. Somehow, I feel I have been kidnapped, because it is cold, dead silence in here.

Fear gripped me, my heart thumping against my rib cage as I took my first steps out of the room. If I really have been kidnapped, then I need to find a way out of here before my captors notice. I shakily made my way over to an elevator at the end of the pure white hallway. I stepped in and headed for the ground floor.

As soon as the elevator dinged, I waited for sometime before stepping out, hoping that there was no one waiting to jump out and grab me. I was still trembling, but when I saw the wide open doors, I picked up the pace, racing for my life. A sudden noise behind me made me halt, a lump forming in my throat.

"Going somewhere, miss?"

I slowly turned around, swallowing the lump in my throat and sweating heavily despite the two air conditioners that stood each beside me.

It was a woman, over five feet and probably in her fifties. She was dressed in a typical maid attire, a long gown that almost covered her feet, black in color. Her hair was packed neatly in a bun, and she had a warm smile on her face. She looked nothing like a kidnapper.

"Where am I?" I summoned the courage to ask.

"This is Morrison Manor. Sir Zayn has brought you here." She answered immediately. Zayn owns a manor?

"Really? When?"

"Last night, you were quite drunk." She smirked.

"Where is he?" I blushed.

"He'll be here soon, he will be joining you for breakfast. He has requested that you wait until he comes, he has something to discuss with you." She answered. She doesn't seem to be American, she has such a sophisticated accent and I could listen to her speak all day.

That was when I looked over her shoulder and noticed the feast on the dining table. I've never seen such good looking food, my stomach growled in agreement.

"Come sit. He'll be here shortly."

I walked over to the dining and made myself comfortable on one of the cushion seats, my eyes fixed on the delicacies in front of me. I wonder how much longer I have to wait for Zayn, I'm starving.

"What's your name by the way?" I questioned, since it was just two of us and I have to distract myself from pouncing on the food.

"You may call me Miss Rose." She smiled, flashing her white set of teeth at me.

"Nice to meet you Miss Rose, I am.."

".. Caitlyn. Yes, sir Zayn told me." She took the words right out of my mouth and I couldn't help but blush again.

"Are you his maid?"

"I prefer the term; caretaker."

"Right, sorry." I chuckled nervously.

Just then, we heard footsteps heading our way, and we both turned simultaneously, only to spot Zayn majestically making his way over. The atmosphere became tense again, an attribute of his that I don't quite understand. His presence is as intimidating as it is intoxicating. I can't have enough but I still don't want him around because he is mysterious.

"Good morning sir." Miss Rose greeted him and I scrambled to my feet to welcome him as well but he raised his hand, signaling that I remained seated.

"G-good morning." I said shyly, watching him take his seat opposite me. I found it difficult to look at him, I was still embarrassed over what happened last night, but I could feel his heavy gaze on me.

"Miss Rose, you may leave us." He instructed and she bowed her head slightly before walking out of the room.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"Go on and eat, I know you are starving." He completely ignored my question. Well I can't argue with that, I am famished.

I picked up the cutlery to eat, but he didn't. He continued to gaze at me, making me utterly shy and unable to move. I couldn't take it anymore.

"If you're gonna keep staring at me like that, then I won't be able to eat anything." I confessed.

"Don't mind me, I'm just wondering why your husband divorced you." His outburst was unexpected. Why was he wondering that?

"Don't stress it, it's not me, it's him. He's just an asshole who can't stick to one woman." I answered sharply and he chuckled.

"Since you're divorced now, will you be open to a new marriage?"

I was about to swallow my food when he made that statement and I almost choked. I started to cough, struggling to breathe and he sprang to his feet, handing me a glass of water. I gulped it down while he rubbed my back, until I stopped coughing.

"Are you okay?" He asked, settling down again with a genuine look of concern on his face, a side of him that I have never seen before.

"Yes I am." I answered, clearing my throat.

"But what did you just say? Another marriage? What does that mean?" I questioned in pure curiosity, my heart racing.

He didn't answer me straight away, instead, he pulled out a document from the suitcase he had brought in with him and handed it to me, caressing his beards.

"That is a contract, I have signed it, so you have to sign it."

He's so bossy. How dare he tell me what to do? What if I don't want to do it?

"What type of a contract?"

"A marriage contract Caitlyn."

My eyes widened, for a moment, I couldn't feel my whole body. It doesn't make any sense. Why would he want me to sign a marriage contract?

"W-what?" I stuttered.

He leaned in, his charming eyes peering into my soul. "I want you to be my wife for the next three hundred and sixty five days, Caitlyn."