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."

Caitlyn's pov.

I was in my room, my legs kicking in the air as I scrolled through social media. I had received a bunch of calls from Mason's family members but I refused to answer any of them. I knew what they were going to say, they were going to blame me for the divorce and accuse me of not being a good wife. Especially his mother, she would bring down the heavens on my head.

A knock landed on the door, but I knew it was Miss Rose so I ignored her. She has been knocking for quite some time, reminding me that Zayn was waiting for me. There is no way that I'm going to go anywhere with that lunatic, not after all he said to me. I'd rather rot in here.

Instead of fading, the knocking grew louder, and my eyebrows knotted in annoyance. I crawled out of bed after dropping my phone on the counter, marching towards the door with a frown on my face.

I groaned loudly as I pulled the door open. "Miss Rose, I told you that I..."

My words went back into my throat after I saw who was at the door. My heart dipped, and I took in my lower lip.

He towered above me, his dark and intimidating eyes leaving me with a racing heart. He looked so hot standing there with his hands in the pants of his tailored suit. I couldn't help the throbbing in between my legs.

"Why the fuck are you not ready yet?" He asked, giving me a quick scan with his eyes.

"Well.. I.. I don't want to go anywhere with you." I answered with shaky breaths.

"Do you think you have a choice!?"

I flinched at his words.

"You signed a fucking contract, Caitlyn, you can't fucking back out whenever you want! And you even had the nerve to throw the dress in the trash!?"

He saw that?

I bit my lip, forcing back my tears. I couldn't even look up at him, his eyes were blazing with fury. I really messed up, but he hurt me first.

"You hurt me!" I confessed, but he only scoffed and made his way into the room, forcing me to step back. He banged the door shut and kept walking towards me, refusing to break eye contact.

I trembled, trying to figure out what he wanted to do.

"You think you can do whatever you want? Did you not read the terms of the contract you signed? Well, now I'm going to show you what happens when you disobey me." His voice dropped dangerously low, leaving my pants wetter than they were when he walked in.

I swallowed, feeling his breath on my face because he was standing too close. He lowered his head, tilting it to the side and causing me to squirm.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll not only lose your ability to walk, but your pussy will never be able to get rid of the marks I'm going to leave."

I shuddered at his words, my knees buckling and failing me. I fell on the bed, my eyes still locked onto him.

He took off his jacket, and then got rid of his belt like it was the cause of his problems. I watched in anticipation, shamelessly looking forward to being mercilessly fucked by my boss.

He released his cock, and it bounced straight to life, already throbbing from excitement. My jaw hung open, I couldn't look away, I wanted him so badly, and I wasn't even trying to hide it.

"Look at you, you're such a slut." He sneered but I frowned, lifting my gaze to meet his eyes briefly.

"I'm not a slut." I answered but he suddenly grabbed my arm, dragging me over to the wall and pinning me to it like I was nothing but mere property. His roughness made me moan, enjoying every bit of it.

"We'll see about that." He growled, planting his lips on my neck, his hard member pressing against my butt.

He raised the flimsy dress that I had on, effortlessly tearing my pink underwear from my skin, leaving me bare and dripping with my essence. A sigh escaped my lips, and his breath lingered on my skin.

His fingers trailed along my bare skin, and he forced my legs apart, finding his way up my warm opening. My knees wobbled, but his other hand kept me in place, pinning my two hands above my head.

"You're so wet for me." He mumbled against my skin and I shamelessly moaned to his hearing.

"Say it." He ordered, sliding not one but two fingers up my entrance, earning a squeal from me. My head snapped back, soft groans escaping my throat.

"Say it!"

"I'm.." I sighed, my eyes shutting tightly, "I'm wet for you, Zayn."

"Good girl." He chuckled and increased his pace, his fingers digging in and out of my core, making slurpy noises and leaving me breathless.

"Gosh.. yes." I moaned. "Yes!"

He continued to breathe on my neck as his thrusts grew faster and harder. I felt his fingers curl inside me, scratching my walls and causing my eyes to shoot open.

A scream tore from my throat, but he didn't stop, not until I trembled from pleasure. The intense feeling travelled through my core, leaving me at his mercy, wanting even more.

He pulled out his fingers and flipped me around with a single swift movement. I was still trying to catch my breath, and he made me watch him lick up all my juices. I bit my lip, a shudder running down my spine.

"Look at my cock, princess." He ordered and I obeyed, watching lustfully as the precum dropped from it. "Do you want it?"

"Yes." I nodded without hesitation, my pussy itching to be filled again. He smirked victoriously.

"Then say it, say that you're my slut and only mine." He pressed his body against mine, teasing my entrance with his throbbing dick. I stiffened, afraid of what I was becoming.

"Say it!"

"I'm your slut, only yours!" I cried out, and he laughed, pulling away instantly.

What the hell was he trying to do? Abandon me after getting me wet?

"In a minute, Miss Rose is going to bring your new dress and you're going to get ready and meet me downstairs." He said, acting so casual like absolutely nothing had just happened.

I stood there dejectedly, my legs shaking and my core still dripping. I felt embarrassed, how could he do this to me? Was this the punishment?

"But.."

"If you're a good girl tonight, I'll make it to you as soon as we get back." He grinned, getting dressed again. I only watched him until he left the room.

I fell back into the bed, consumed by my wild craving. I could still perceive his scent. I'm going insane.

Miss Rose came in a few minutes later with a new dress. It was red, and it hugged my figure perfectly. Instead of gold embellishments, it was studded with jewels and had a neckline that dipped so low that I thought my boobs were going to pour out of my dress.

I got dressed within minutes and rushed downstairs to meet him, his last words still sounding in my head.

We left for the event in one of his cars, a slick, black, Maybach. He was busy on his phone throughout the drive, only taking occasional glances at me as if to make sure that I was okay.

The silence was awkward, I was relieved when we finally arrived at our destination.

The red carpet flickered with dozens of camera lights, with all the reporters trying to capture every important personality that stepped out of their car. Watching them from the car made my stomach churn, but Zayn suddenly pressed my thigh.

"You'll get used to it." He chuckled and got out of the car.

What followed next was a fleet of reporters and photographers who ran to take pictures of him. His guards came down from the other car and fought off the photographers, while Zayn walked over to my side to open the door for me.

"Who is she?"

"I've never seen Mr Morrison with a woman."

"Is she his girlfriend?"

Those were some of the comments I heard as soon as I stepped down from the car, followed by camera flashes that almost blinded me. My heart was pounding in my chest, I had never received so much attention. Zayn took my hand and led the way into the hall, and I was relieved when he made it past the flashes.

The inside was a totally different ambience, it was cool and quiet, but I was quickly intimidated by the caliber of people I saw there.

"Wait here, I'm going to be right back with someone I want you to meet." Zayn whispered before leaving me there on my own, giving me no chance to protest.

I smiled awkwardly at the people that would glance at me occasionally, trying to fit in.

"Caitlyn?"

A familiar, taunting voice came, and it caused my face to twist into a tight frown. I knew that voice, and I wasn't disappointed when I turned around.

"Mason." Of course he would be here, he owned his own successful company.

"What the hell are you doing here? Did you miss your way?" He mocked, throwing his head back in laughter. "I better call security and let them know that a stray dog found her way in!"

"Stop it Mason, what the hell is wrong with you? Fuck off and mind your business." I threw him a scornful look but he scoffed.

"Just because you're wearing a fancy dress doesn't mean that you have the right to speak to me like that, Caitlyn. It seems you have forgotten your place, so I will have to remind you. Come here."

He grabbed my hand and I almost screamed, but a strong arm immediately wrapped around my waist, pulling me back.

Zayn.

Mason swung around, shock visible in his eyes as he stared at the intimidating man in front of him.

"Mr Morrison, you? This girl, she.."

"She is my wife." Zayn said firmly and my body clenched. "And the next time you speak to her that way will be the last time you ever speak."

Mason's jaw dropped. Phenomenal!