Chapter 6

WOLF POV

Enraged?

No. No, I was not. That was not the emotion that swirled inside of me right about now. Shaken? Maybe. I couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

For the rest of the night, all I could think of was the pain evident in her eyes after slapping me. She fuckin' slapped me, but she looked as if she had been violated in the worst ways that I could possibly think of. Her eyes glistened with tears and her throat bobbed from the suppressed pain. But I didn’t get it. How could she play the pity card when she knew damn well what she did? 

Why put all the victim’s acts when she knew right in her heart that her selfishness knew no bounds? She fuckin’ killed Samantha, I knew it, and everybody knew it. Even her own damn parents knew it for goodness sake. So it didn’t make sense. She wanted pity. That's what she wanted.

“Get up,” I said overlooking her sleeping figure. Just looking at her made me want to strangle her in her sleep. But not now, she hadn’t signed the damn contract. She probably didn’t know it but her parents transferred all the rights of Campbell Atlantic to her, then declared in black on white that whoever marries their lost-course daughter, would have full claim on Campbell Atlantic. Wasn’t that a dream come true?

“I said get up.” I roared this time, my patience thinning. 

I yanked the blankets off her body revealing the little white thong she had on. Apart from that, she had… nothing. Her caramel skin was irresistibly creamy, and something about the stretch marks on her waist and around her plump ass made me think of some things. Things that I wasn't supposed to...

“If I didn’t know better I would think you are a tad bit interested in me.” Her loud croak snapped me out of the trance I was in, and I peeled my eyes off her eyes and faced her. Her eyes were blank, with no emotions, nothing. They were nothing like the eyes I sat across at that dinner table 6 days ago. Those ones had been raw, and highly sensitive. So raw that I could read her mind like an open magazine, with BOLD letters by just staring into them. But now, they were fuckin’ blank.

“What? Are you just gonna stand there and eye-fuck me?” She fired pulled her knees to her chest, then ruffled her heavy locks of curls on her head. That was... Uncharacteristic of her. What the fuck happened overnight? My face bundled up in the deepest frown and I walked to the bedside table and took a file on it, then threw it in front of her. 

“Sign it.” I said plainly. I didn’t have to say anything to her; I had NOTHING to say to this girl. I didn’t talk with murderers.

She didn’t retort, just opened the file and scanned through it, then burst out laughing. I looked at her again to see what she was laughing at, but it was the void in her eyes that knocked the air from out of my lungs. The laughter was humorless, very empty and so full of bitterness.

“So this is the reason behind all of this fiasco? I didn’t know they had such little trust in me.” She said to herself, but it was so bitter I felt like I was going to puke.

“Where is the pen?” What? Just like that?

“You… You’re going to sign it?” wasn’t she supposed to put up a fight and claim that she can’t give away her rights to the company? Like talk about legacies or shit?

“Isn’t it what you want?” She gave me the hardest face that I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva audibly. What the fuck was this lewd shrewd playing at?

“Aren’t you at least going to read it?” I asked. But why the fuck was I concerned? I wasn’t. I wasn’t concerned. I was just worried about what tricks she was weaving behind that uncaring façade she played. Deep down, she was fuckin' boiling. Yes. It should be like that. It was like that.

“Let’s see… ahhhhhmmm, no divorce, you practically own Campbell Atlantic; I shouldn’t interfere with your decisions and how you run the company?” She said all these flipping through the pages of the contract.

“Don’t you get it?” Goodness, this woman.

“What?”

“The contract is binding. You sign it, and you are stuck with me, forever. There is no getting out of it. I know you hate me, and I hate you just as much. But aren’t you at least going to give it some thought?” That's right; I was being the adult here. I was being the bigger person who was seeing the bigger picture. Not her, she was never a bigger person. She never wanted to be, and how the hell would I expect someone with such a low mentality to think big?

“Kayden Wolf Smith, can I have a pen, please? My mouth stinks, and I really gotta brush my teeth. SO give me the pen, I sign it, you go fuck yourself where the sun doesn’t shine.” She fired, and I fuckin’ boiled. My anger skyrocketed and like the wind, I had her thick curls gripped tightly in my hands and her face just an inch from mine.

“Don’t you ever speak to me in that tone, ever again. Do you hear me, WIFE?” I snarled dangerously, making sure that she understood every damn word that left my mouth. If we were going to make this, then she was going to fuckin’ learn how to treat me with fuckin’ respect.

“And YOU should learn how to annoy me less, husband. Because you…” She raised a little finger and poked my chest. “Are nothing but a big pimple in my ass. And it fuckin’ hurts.” Once again, I was rendered speechless by her words. 

Just what the fuck happened that made her become... this daring? Was this like, the true her that she hid behind the timid little girl who was wronged by the entire world? This was the true side she never put to the surface? If yes, then I was going to have a fuckin’ blast taming her.

“Now, can I have that pen?”