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."

Caitlyn's pov.

I choked again, but this time around, there was no food in my mouth. I coughed so loudly that I thought my stomach was going to come out of my throat. Zayn rubbed my back, an unusually calm expression on his face. Did he not care that I was dying?

"Sir.." I huffed, settling down and sipping from the glass of water in front of me. "I must not have heard right." I tried to wave it off, glancing at him.

"Do I look like the kind of man to sit around and make jokes?" His stern voice came, his dark eyes reminding me that he is my boss.

"But.. this is crazy. I can't." I furrowed my brows, staring at the document before me. My head swirled with different thoughts, it was so difficult to keep track of one.

"Why can't you?"

I turned to him with widened eyes. "Because it's absurd, unheard of! Who asks their secretary to sign a marriage contract?"

"Caitlyn."

I loved the way my name rolled of his lips, it was the sexiest thing ever.

Gosh! I can't believe I'm thinking about that at a time like this! Zayn has really driven me insane.

"Listen, we both need this. You need a place to stay, you're quite literally homeless, and I... Well, I need a wife."

"A wife for what exactly?"

"I need to secure a heavy business deal, and I can't do that without a wife." He swallowed as soon as the last word left his lips, it was almost as if the words were too heavy for him.

His dim eyes and clenched jaw were enough to show me that he didn't want this either, but he had no choice.

As much as I was shamelessly attracted to my boss, marrying him was the last thing I expected to happen in my entire existence. It should sound like bliss, a dream come true, but that is far from the reality. Zayn isn't a nice man, he's a ruthless billionaire who finds joy in ruining women, I can't fathom being married to him.

"Why me? There are hundreds of ladies who would fall at your feet for this." I bit my lip, staring down at my intertwined fingers.

I heard him scoff before he got to his feet, adjusting his tailored suit. He walked over to the other side of the table and sat down, his eyes still fixed on me.

"Because you're desperate." A psychotic smile crept up on his face and I shuddered.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes.

"You heard me." He sniffed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Listen, Caitlyn, I need you to be my wife for a year while I land the biggest business deal of my life, and in exchange, I'll give you a roof over your head, all the money you could only have dreamed of, and a status so high that your ex husband will wither in pain."

As attractive as that sounds, I still had my doubts.

"I don't know.."

"Go through the contract, sign it and return it by the end of the day." His stoic expression made my heart race. He got up again and started making his way towards the door.

"But if you refuse to sign them, return them and leave, the streets would be more than happy to have you back." He scoffed and strode out in a hurry, leaving me with a hanging jaw and teary eyes.

Since it was a Saturday, I didn't have to go to work. As soon as he left, I opened the document to go through it. The terms of the marriage were already stated, and it included a lot of things except our sexual relationship.

I couldn't help but wonder why he said nothing about intimacy. Was it allowed? Was it not allowed? I almost lost a brain cell trying to decipher it. Did he perhaps want us to have sex in our fake marriage?

The thought of it made my cheeks flush, and I ended up recounting what happened between us the previous night. The feeling of his cock pounding in and out of me like he was trying to mark his territory. I had never felt so wanted, so yearned for.. even though I knew it was all sheer lust.

Zayn would never feel anything for me, he was known for his promiscuous but charming nature. And me? Well I can't help but crave for his touch as well.

However, Zayn was right about me having nowhere else to go. I allowed Mason to rule my life, he never let me own any property, he claimed that his mother thought it was useless for a woman to own anything. I can't believe I fell for all of that.

Stranded at the mercy of my boss right now, the odds are stacked up against me. Signing this contract could be my only way out, and I hated that fact so much.

.......

Many hours passed, but Zayn was still not home. It's not even a work day, so why was he out so late?

I was sitting on one of his leather couches when Miss Rose approached me, bowing slightly and wearing her signature bright smile.

"Miss." She called.

"Oh, hey." I greeted her casually.

"Are you okay?" She asked and I shrugged.

"I am. But, your boss, does he always stay out this late?" I immediately asked, curious.

"I would consider it quite early if sir Zayn returns by this time." She chuckled and I almost gasped. Ten in the night is early? For a Saturday night? Mason would have had my head!

"Oh.." I mouthed, nodding my head slowly.

"Dinner is served." She informed me but I shook my head.

"No thanks, I'll just wait a little." I sighed, staring out the window at the surreal view of the lit up city. It was a cold night, and I was wrapped in a robe that Miss Rose handed to me a couple of hours ago.

After what seemed like forever, the dashing devil walked in, his electrifying aura instantly making the air tense. I bit my lip, unable to control the throbbing between my legs.

He was effortlessly hot and he knew it.

"You're finally back." I muttered as he walked up to me, refusing to break eye contact.

"Yes, and you better have your response ready. I don't like having my time wasted." He was stern with his order, and my heart dipped.

"Well, I have made a decision." I cleared my throat, grabbing the document from behind me where I had dropped it.

He kept on staring, but not at the document, he had his eyes on me. I had no idea what was going on in his head, but it had to be something dark.

"Take it." I tried to get him to look away and he finally did, taking the document from me.

"There. I signed it." I added and a short grin appeared on his face but only for a split second.

"I'm ready," I continued, "I'm ready to be your wife for the next one year."

He lowered his head, his warm breath fanning my tensed skin, "good girl."

I shuddered, but a smile tugged on the corner of my lips.

If only my boss knew.... I had my own plans.