11.**Nicole's POV**“There is no way I'm spending the night in your room.” I shook my head frantically and sat down on the couch.“Why? Is something wrong with that? You're my wife, after all.” He smirked.I was about to yell at him, but I calmed myself down. “You know what? I'll sleep in the living room.” I folded my arms.“What do you want people to say when they see my wife sleeping on the couch in the living room, and I'm on the bed in my room? Do you want to ruin my reputation?” He asked and I scoffed.Reputation indeed.What is wrong with this man? How can he tell me to spend a night in his room? I placed my hand on my forehead and glared at him. “Look, let's settle this. I'll sleep in the living room. And if you badly don't want me to sleep on the couch, then I'll sleep in any of the guest rooms.”“I won't allow that. You're not a guest.” He frowned at me. I was already frustrated, and this man right here was adding more to my plate. I rested my head on the couch and closed my

13.**Nicole's POV**I stood up from the bed and stretched to put my body in check. I wasn't able to get a good sleep until this morning.Who would sleep soundly knowing that her career was at the edge of the cliff? Since all these happened, I haven't been able to sleep well and I think it was starting to affect my body system.I kept turning and tossing in bed all night while Mr. Annoying slept like a baby. Speaking of which, where is he?I looked around the room but couldn't find him. The only thing that wafted past my nostrils was a scent of a male cologne.I got down and stepped out to go check out my room. I wouldn't want what happened last night to repeat itself.“That pervert! How can he look at me like he wanted to eat me whole and then tell me I'm not his type?” I scoffed and snorted. “Well, he's not my type too!”“Are you talking to yourself?”I turned to see Joan walking beside me. “Good morning.” She greeted and I nodded.“Did you sleep well?” I asked and she nodded.“How

15.**Easton's POV**I sat in the office after the meeting, feeling uneasy. I had no idea why Nicole wasn't here already. I even went as far as looking down from the glass in my office to see if she had entered but there was no sight of her.I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I don't know if I'd be able to wait much longer. A knock sounded on the door, drawing my attention.“Come in,” I answered and the door opened.My secretary, Linda, entered and bowed. “Sir, a lady is here to see you. I asked if she had an appointment but it seemed she had none. She said she had come to deliver something to you.”Finally!“Let her in,” I responded and she bowed before leaving. There was no doubt that it was Nicole coming. I wondered why Linda didn't look thrilled when she came to inform me that someone was here. There wasn't an uproar among the employees either. Was she in disguise?The door opened but what I didn't expect was to see Joan instead of Nicole.“I'm sorry for the delay, sir. The

17.**Nicole's POV**I woke up the next morning, feeling exhausted. I had no idea how someone who attended a dinner with her contract husband's family the previous night should be tired in the morning. It wasn't like I was forced to do any chores even though his mother's eyes were literally tearing me to pieces.I have a feeling the father didn't like me either considering I was the infamous Nicole Brennan, the model who slept with managers and CEOs to get to where she was today.I snorted at the thought and gave myself an assurance that at least, Easton's brother likes me and he has been the only one not acting like a dickhead. Not like I was going to be in their family forever though.With a sigh, I got down from the bed and freshened up. When I stepped out of the bathroom, a knock sounded on the door and knowing it was Joan, I muttered a “Come in.”She opened the door and walked in elegantly, making me wonder who the model was between the two of us. Not like I didn't like her, but t

19.**Easton's POV**I sat in the office, trying to work on some files but was too distracted with what happened this morning to concentrate. I ruffled my hair as I remembered all the things I said to her. I had no idea why I was feeling weird and a bit regretful. Whatever! I don't care at all.I never asked her to be nice. I hated it when people pretended to care and then at the end of the day, they show you their true colors and just how much of a devil they can be. I couldn't wait for the company to be handed over to me, and then I'd divorce her for good.A knock sounded on the door, disrupting my thoughts. The door opened before I could say 'come in' and Maven entered. The expression on his face was not a good one, leaving me to wonder what was wrong this time.“Sir, I just got a call from your father.”“Yeah?” I waited for the news that he was ready to transfer the company to me, but Maven delayed speaking. “Talk, I'm listening. I haven't got all day.” I narrowed my eyes at him