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.

Caitlyn's pov.

"The magistrate will be here tomorrow morning to register our wedding." Zayn said, taking giant strides towards the elevator as if a war was coming. I had to run after him if I wanted to make it into the elevator with him.

"Why so soon?" I asked, panting as he pressed the third floor button. The elevator dinged shut and he raised a brow at me, his face unreadable.

"I have a business deal to land, Caitlyn, try to keep up. After the wedding, we're going to attend an event where you'll meet delegates and important personalities." He read out and I scratched my head.

The information seemed like a lot to take in, everything was happening too fast. I took in a deep breath, his cologne filling my nostrils and leaving me weak in the knees once again.

"But.. I don't know anyone, what do I even say?" My voice was frail as I was struggling to remain sane beside my hot boss.

"Vladimir will tell you all you need to know."

"Who's Vladimir?"

"You'll find out."

He didn't say another word to me after that, almost like he turned himself off. I attempted to start a conversation after we got out of the elevator but all I got in return was scowls and glares. He can be so annoying, it's hard to believe that he is the same guy who was cock deep inside me last night.

"Where are you going?" He suddenly stopped walking and faced me. I swallowed, confused.

"Following you, sir."

"It's past midnight, go to bed. We have a long day ahead of us." He said and strutted off, disappearing into another hallway while I stood there with a lump in my throat and my fists balled beside me.

How is it so easy for him to move on and pretend like nothing happened between us? He's treating me like a stranger, and here I was, thinking that we shared something.

He's Zayn Morrison after all, this is what he's known for. I knew this, but my chest still burned from the pain.

"Miss?"

I turned around to see Miss Rose smiling at me.

"Your room is this way."

I nodded and followed her, going back to the same room that I had tried to escape from. I slumped into the bed after changing into a pair of pajamas that I found in the walk-in closet, and within minutes, I fell asleep.

******

"The magistrate is here."

Miss Rose's voice came while I was trying to force the tiny blue dress down my head. It was the only dress available, my bags were still at the office. It would have been my size if I hadn't had a breakfast meant for two people before coming up to get dressed.

"I'll be down in a sec." I answered, finally pulling the dress down.

I brushed back my hair with my hand and smiled at my reflection. I thought I looked good, so I went downstairs to meet Zayn and the magistrate.

I came out of the elevator and walked towards the living room. Zayn was discussing with two other men. One was dressed corporately, I guessed he was the lawyer, while the other man wore a casual outfit, his face stone cold. He didn't look American.

"Sorry I'm late, couldn't find anything to wear." I chuckled nervously, tugging on the dress.

Zayn finally turned around, and I swear I saw him break a sweat when he set his eyes on me. His Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes ravaged me, exploring every inch of my body. My cheeks heated up and turned away, taking my seat.

"Uh.. yeah, I'll have someone pick up your clothes today." He cleared his throat and faced the lawyer. "Can we proceed?"

"Yes," the middle aged lawyer adjusted his glasses and pulled out a bunch of papers from his suitcase. "What about her witness?" He pointed at me and I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"She doesn't need any witness, Vladimir is here for both of us." Zayn quickly answered, focusing on the papers in front of him.

Oh.. so he's Vladimir.

"Alright then. I don't think there's any need for the formalities, we can just go right ahead and.."

"You talk way too much. Open the fucking document!"

Zayn's outburst made me flinch. Why is he so impatient?

"Sorry sir." The lawyer shivered, quickly opening the document and pointing out where we should sign. Zayn picked up the pen first and signed, while I watched and wondered if I was really about to do the right thing.

I raised my head only to find Vladimir staring at me. He didn't even bother to look away, and I couldn't decipher why he was even looking at me. His face was just as unreadable as Zayn's, and something about him made me shift in my seat.

"Caitlyn!" Zayn snapped, and I flinched again, blinking at him.

"Yes." I answered, taking the pen from him and signing my own part of the document.

I didn't understand why he was being so hostile towards me all of a sudden.

"You're both husband and wife." The lawyer pronounced and my heart sunk. It suddenly dawned on me that I had gotten married to my boss just a day after divorcing my shithead husband.

How on earth did I even get myself into this mess? I fell back on the couch, trailing off for a moment. What the hell have I done? My heart was racing, and my head started to itch badly.

"Are you okay?" I heard a deep voice out of nowhere and I jolted from my thoughts, only to find Vladimir standing in front of me. He was taller than I thought.

"I'm fine."

"Well, Zayn just left with the lawyer, and he asked me to tell you everything you need to know about the event tonight." His accent was Russian, I guess that would explain his name. He made himself comfortable beside me.

"He already left?" I asked.

"Yes. Now, pay attention to every little detail that I'm going to give. The event is a gathering of esteemed men and women from various organizations. Tech, insurance, cosmetics, celebrities, literally any organization you can think of. So here's all you need to know."

Vladimir explained everything perfectly to me like I was a toddler, completely countering the impression I had of him at first. He was nice, and I felt really comfortable around him.

Soon, he was done explaining everything, but I was nervous about being presented to everyone as Zayn's wife.

Later that night, Zayn returned with a bag, it contained a dress, the dress that I was supposed to wear to the event. It was a long red dress with gold embellishments, and a thigh high slit, completely different from what I was used to. It came with expensive looking gold jewelry, and a pair of YSL heels to go with it.

"Get dressed." He ordered, "we'll be leaving soon." He tried to walk away but I stopped him, hurt by his coldness towards me.

"Did I do something wrong?" I stared down at my feet and he grunted.

"What do you mean? And look at me when you're talking to me." He said and I raised my head immediately.

"You.. you have been cold to me since yesterday, and I thought.."

"You thought what?" He quickly cut me off and I swallowed. "You thought we were going to become best buddies after we spent one night together? You're just one of the other girls, so don't get ahead of yourself."

My heart dropped to my feet, and I stood there, glued to the floor with tears streaming down my face as I watched him walk away.

My fists tightened and I grabbed the dress, along with the jewelry, walking out of the manor.

"Just one of the other girls? Then why did he ask me to marry him!?" Tears burned the corners of my eyes as I stuffed the dress into the trash can, making sure I buried it at the bottom of the can.

"Fuck you and your dress, Zayn Morrison."