The CEO And His Ex Contracted Wife

Ivery's Pov

I rolled tiredly on the bed only to find myself staring at a figure of someone bracing me. My eyes were still heavy since I was just waking up and it made it hard for me to see the person so I just kept staring. I felt pressed and at the same time so weak to stand up. The pains around my body also didn't allow me to feel myself.

But seeing the person beside me didn't make me focus and understand what was going on until I shut my eyes closed again and had a flashback to the other day.

**Flashback**

"Your mom has been diagnosed with heart cancer for a long time now and we kept telling you to let her have the operation but you've refused to bring her back until now that the cancer had risen to another stage," the doctor attending to my mother illness, spoke to me out of concern and I sensed bitterness in her tone. She was surely expressing how fatal my mom's sickness had become.

I held my hands together to her table desk while I choke on tears. "I'm sorry, doctor. You should know that I didn't meant to leave her just like that. I have issues paying for the surgery," I told her with a husky voice.

"Don't tell me you haven't gathered anything for her payment. I mentioned that day that you start paying installmentally." Her facial expression was awkward and obvious that she feels irritated with my words.

"I'm sorry, doctor. I have no excuse. I just don't have any idea how to get the money. The only money I've gathered so far is for our upkeep. I've searched everywhere for a better job and still do extra to what I am doing yet, I still can't gather anything."

The doctor scoffed, "But you know now you need to gather that money unless you want to lose your mother. The medication given to her now will only keep her up until two weeks. You need to start preparing to either save her life or bury her," the doctor said with much remorse and a sharp pain stung my chest, hearing that my mother might die. My tears came dangling down. The doctor was right, I need to start acting fast if I don't want to lose her.

I was shattered. Where do I find a million dollars to pay for my mother's operation? Everything seemed too hard to take. I left the doctor's office in no time and started walking down the street thinking of what to do in order to find the fund but there was nothing I could do. I don't have anyone to look out to. My father was late and my friends aren't in any position to fund my account so where do I start from?

I got to the subway station and sat on the bench as I watched people going and coming, wishing anyone of them could just reach out to me and loan me the money I was looking for.

I didn't know I sat so long at the subway until I felt a drop of rain on my face. I looked up to see that the clouds were already dark and would soon start pouring. I sprang up immediately to find shelter but it was too late. The rain has started to pour heavily. It was a bad time for me because it was at that point my tears began to drop.

I cried my eyes out as I ran for shelter. I ran so long and didn't stop since the tears continued to drop too. It was until I found an open bar where everyone was rushing to before I stopped crying and rushed in with them.

"Here, have this." I heard someone behind me and I turned to see a waiter handing me a towel. I grabbed it immediately and thanked him for his kind gesture before I entered fully into the bar for warmth. I was already shivering.

It was evening already and the bar was already lit, filled with both people that came to enjoy themselves and those who ran from the rain. I decided to settle for a beer. Maybe it could ease my pain a little and help me bring ideas on how to get out of the situation I was in.

I took my seat at the counter and I was served as requested. Not too long, I found myself ordering for more. I drank and drank to stupor vibing to the music like others and soon forgot about my sorrows.

Hours later when the rain stopped, I decided to take my leave but as I stood up from the stool, I staggered heavily, finding out I had gotten drunk. It wasn't new though. Average Americans gets drunk so it was not a big deal. The people around just kept telling me to be careful as I took little steps to leave.

Just when I took my fifth steps, I staggered again but this time, I landed on someone who made curse words at me before helding me to start still. "Stop messing around pretty," the coarse male voice said to me and I smiled at how gentle and warm he sounded.

I raised my head to look at him and couldn't help but drool at him. His ocean blue eyes have a glitch of red in them and his handsome chiseled cheek has slight blush on them too. He looked drunk as well.

"I would love to mess with you, handsome. Care to join me for a drink?" I requested and removed my hands from his as I stood vibrant like I knew what I was doing.

"She looks pretty good to mess with, doesn't she?" He asked and some group of men sitting around him chuckled at his words.

"Boss, should I book a room?" One of the men asked him and I nodded my head in place of him earning more chuckles from the men. "Well… then… done!" The man exclaimed with excitement as he showed his phone screen to both me and the handsome man he referred to as boss.

"Gotcha!" Was the last word I heard from him before he stood up and carried me up in a bridal style. I laughed at the way he staggered away from the bar and took the stairs up to the room that was booked for us. Trust me, I had no idea all of this was happening.

**End Of Flashback**

I let out a gasp remembering how we had sex that night. I couldn't believe I gave myself so cheap to a stranger. It was absurd. Another set of tears streamed down my face again as I held my mouth in regret. What have I done?

"Are you okay?" The familiar voice sounded through my ear and I flinched on the bed, moving away from where I sat.

I cleared my eyes immediately and reached out for my dress which was beside me. After putting on my hundies, I stood up from the bed and began to dress up as I spoke to him. "I don't know you, you don't know me. Let's end things here."

"You don't know me?" He asked and I scoffed.

"I don't care to know you. I'm leaving," I told him and grabbed my jacket.

"You can't leave yet."

But yet, I was already out of the room, heading down the stairs and out of the bar cause I was a disappointment to myself.

It was quick for me to accept my fate, I didn't know why but I did. Maybe it was easier because we don't know each other and it was the end of us. Likewise, I was being stupid to mess around.

I made my way straight home to have my bath and discovered I was already late for work. I groaned angrily as I did all that I needed to do before I leave for work, thinking of the excuse to tell my boss why I came late.

In a few minutes, I was done. I decided to run a call through my colleagues for her to inform them I was still coming to work but then, my phone was nowhere to be found.

"Where is my phone?" I repeated as I searched everywhere for it. It then dawned on me after a while, I must have misplaced it while running for shelter or maybe at the pub. "No!" I yelled in anger as I grabbed my handbag and rushed out, locking my door behind. I need to find my phone as soon as possible.

The first thing I did when I got to work was ask for my colleague's phone. "I misplaced it and can't lose it," I told her before hurrying out of the restaurant to make a call.

I prayed silently as I dialed my number on the phone and luckily for me, at the first ring, it was received. "Hello, please. I'm the owner of this phone, may I know where I misplaced it?" I requested hurriedly, waiting for a positive answer.

"I told you not to leave but you did," the voice that came in uttered and I found myself biting down my lower lips in anger. I wasn't thinking of meeting him for eternity.

"Hey, Mr man!" I snapped in rage. "I need_"

"Call me Franco."