Chapter 14

Amber POV

Opening my eyes and feeling the warmth of his arms around me is the best feeling ever. He waited for me to wake up before he stood up from the bed because I could see how he wrapped me in his left arm and used his right hand to press his phone.

“You’re awake, my princess. How’s your sleep?” He chuckled as he dropped his phone and then picked up something from the other side of the bed that was unknown to me. 

“A flower, a small note written by me, and an outfit for the occasion today.” He dropped the box between us and handed the letter and the flower to me. 

“What occasion?” I imagined the last time I ever received a gift from a man.  Ryan only gave me little things while we were dating, but the moment we got married, it felt like the whole game had changed. He treated me like I was a burden to him. I feel so relieved that I don’t have to be in his shoes anymore. 

“There’s a birthday celebration. The Eastwood Pack has a new heir, and his wife just conceived a male cub, which calls for an intense celebration.”

“Why do I have the feeling that you want a life with a wife and a son?” I asked after observing the tone of his voice and the look on his face. 

“We’re married…”

“Yes, but bound by a contract that you intend to keep for a year and go on with your life.” He interrupted my point and pictured the ending of the agreement. 

I’m only here for the money, and it makes it a lot easier now that he’s also picturing the end of the contract as well. 

“Yes, obviously. You can marry off Quinn at the end of the year and have a wife for yourself.” I advised patting his shoulders as I watched him get out of bed. 

“Quinn isn’t worthy to be called my wife because she’s nothing but a cheap whore whose father thinks he can dump on me. I hate that my father can’t read between the lines and see things the way I see them.”

“He’s old, and he hasn’t witnessed Quinn’s habits as you claimed she has. So don’t blame him; just tread with caution so they don’t turn your father against you.” I approached him instead of responding; he untied the loose ends of my robe and watched it fall to the ground. 

He carried me in his arms to the washroom; it was a large space that could contain about a dozen men, and the small-sized pool in the middle of it made it another level of experience.  

“This is where you bathe every morning.” I inquired as I watched the smirk on his face widen as he pressed my ass cheeks. 

“And nights as well. Occasionally, I bathe three times if I have to attend three occasions in one day.” He then pushed me into the pool. I loved how the water made me feel. 

“It wasn’t easy creating my master bedroom to be what it is now. A lot of work was put in.”

“And a lot of money.” I agreed before lowering myself into the water, then I performed a few strokes before he jumped right in, splashing water over my face. 

“If this is how we bathed every day, then rest assured that we’d be going to work late.”

“They can wait in the conference room. I’m never late to work, so don’t ever think that.” He replied, wrapping his hands around me before lowering his right hand under the water.

“What… what!” I let out a sharp moan, feeling his index finger penetrating my walls. He pulled out and rubbed around my clit. 

I tried drawing backwards, but I had nowhere to run to when my back touched the end of the pool. 

“You’ve got nowhere to go, Suzy.” He whispered into my ear, and those were the last words I heard before my legs buckled inside the pool. 

“Rinse up.” He planted a kiss on my left cheek and climbed out of the pool. He rinsed off his body under the shower and picked out a towel from the wardrobe beside the door. 

“He leaves me weak and goes ahead to prepare for work, interesting,” I muttered to myself as I took my time in the washroom.

By the time I got out, he was dressed in a white suit. He had already helped me pull out the dress from the box; it was a red velvet dress with stones on it. 

“Costs about a fortune, but you deserve it. The maids will handle your makeover; I’ll be in the living room waiting for you.” He picked up his phone before leaving the room. 

A few minutes later, three maids barged into my room. Laughing and making jokes, but they all went mute the moment they saw me. 

“What’s wrong? Has the cat lost its tongue?”

“It wasn’t you we were expecting. Quinn is the one we normally make over, so this is…”

“Would you get to work or have me call Alpha Enzo and let him know that you’re all standing and doing nothing?” I threatened while drying my hair at that moment.

“Let’s get to work.” She responded, and we shared no words or thoughts until the makeover was done. 

I was looking at a better version of myself. Despite being beautiful, I discovered that Ryan has never treated me this way. It takes a lot to do this, and he did it without even thinking. 

Just an occasion, and he’s already spent well over ten thousand dollars, but Ryan has never spent five hundred dollars on a date or an occasion since we got married. All I did in that marriage was give and get nothing but a broken heart and no shelter to live in. 

What if this is my fate? To be with this man and get paid. If this is the answer to my prayers, then I hope everything goes as planned.