Billionaire’s Most Wanted Bride

~Eva’s POV~

They are men who had everything except a rest… One of them happens to be Damien.

I woke up with a start, my breathing constantly heavy and my eyes puffy. I tried not to sleep at all, to be conscious and alert but I didn’t know when I dozed off.

The atmosphere was already clear, I checked my phone for the time and to my surprise, it was 9 am. Opposite the bed was the white couch and Damien sitting on it with an apple laptop on a table just in front of him.

Even when I had slept long before him, he was already up with his eyes glaring sleepily at his laptop.

“Don’t you ever rest? You are really a workaholic as your father said. I even thought he was just bluffing” I murmured to myself. Unknown to me that he heard what I said. I stretched my body on the bed and yawned hungrily at the same time.

“Wait… did we sleep together on the same bed yesterday? How come I can’t remember anything that happened between us” I yelled this time getting his attention.

My eyes were wide open as I scuffed my already messy hair, trying to figure out what I don’t know.

“Shut up… Shut the hell up. Can’t you see I’m working?” He growled in anger. His gaze shifted from the laptop to me. I felt a little bit intimated and kept quiet.

He glanced furiously at his wristwatch. That was when I noticed that he was already dressed in a work outfit. I felt a little awkward. As if I was never serious with my work as a CEO.

I continued babbling to myself but his next reaction got me shocked.

” What the hell do you want? I slept on the couch yesterday. You were just drooling as you sleep. And Yes I’m already working, I have an important meeting today. Does that answer your silly questions?”

He trailed off. His bushy eyebrows drew closer to each other.

I wanted to make another comment but the rumbling of my stomach echoed instead.

“If you are hungry I will call the staff to serve you a meal. A hangover meal would do right?” he suggested with a calm voice. His mood swing was so appealing to me. Next, he picked up the telephone and dialed a particular digit.

“Hangover?… Wait did you get me drunk yesterday and… and ” I asked surprised and embarrassed. I tried to remember what happened the previous night but it wasn’t clear. I could remember when I went to the bathroom and hugged him while he was bathing. The thought alone sent cold shivers down my spine. How can I face him anymore, I was so ashamed of myself for begging for sex…

” What are you thinking? Am I getting you a hangover meal first or you are okay now” his voice came again. This time louder than before. I bit my lips from the inside as I clenched my hand to my pajamas.

“Well, anything. Breakfast and hangover will do”. I said calmly trying to avoid his accusing glare.

He dialed the hotel’s number and soon enough, a soft tap came on the door.

” Your Order is here, ” A lady said once I opened the door. she drove the tray which had varieties of dishes in it to one corner of the room.

” So what’s your plan for today?” I asked. It was becoming so uncomfortable eating silently with him.

“Do you have plans for me? ” He responded reluctantly. I nodded. I wanted to go around the city instead.

“Why don’t we stroll around ?” I suggested with the last courage I could gather

“I’m busy, and it’s not a good idea that you go alone. You might miss your way”

I was so annoyed at his excuse. I lost my appetite at the thought that I would have to stay indoors for weeks.

I gave him a long, stoned look..”Why am I not so surprised?”

He stared right back at me. “Now can you turn that crap music off? It’s giving me a headache.

“This is crazy” He sighed settling down on the couch and yawning helplessly. Even with the quantity of food he’d munched, he was still yawning hungrily.

“Crazy, how?” I reluctantly replied.

“Me in a hotel room, doing nothing profitable, e,” he said restlessly. ” Do you realize how much work I’ve got to do? A lot of It. I don’t have time to sit around in a hotel room, doing nothing all for the fucked up honeymoon’s sake.

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“You wish you hadn’t gotten married to m? It’s the same with me” he sighed. He lay on the couch and fixed his gaze on the ceiling.

That wasn’t what I wanted to say, I only wished that I could go back to the US quickly as possible.

“Who is talking about that now? We owe each other a thank you. let’s just say, this is a saprophytic relationship where you gained from me and I did also. “What’s your plan after we get divorced? ”

“Do I love you? After our divorce, I might not be able to recognize or acknowledge your presence anymore” he said and laughed at the same time. I didn’t understand what was so funny to him about that. Whatever it is, I am happy that our marriage is fake.

I also think that after our divorce, I will adopt a baby and live alone for the rest of my life…

“What about our wedding consummation? Are you ready? ” His throaty voice rang in my ear. I sincerely thought he had given up the idea already.

I felt more embarrassed remembering how I acted the previous night.