All Chapters of One Reckless Night With Mr. CEO : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

The silk pyjamas on my body felt like a lie. They were a gift from Owen's private shopper, pale gold and impossibly soft. I stood by the floor-to-celling windows of the penthouse, watching the endless lights of New York, my stomach churring with cold anxiety. The calendar read Friday, the wedding was Saturday. My parents had been informed about everything, except the contract. We could risk anyone else knowing that all this was fake, they were in an apartment Owen had rented out specially for them. Of course they had no objections, everyone wanted to be a part of the Carter family. It was a privilege. Since that passionate night I had walked out of his bathroom in that ridiculous attempt to seduce him, Owen had been subtly different. His eyes lingered on me. His voice was lower when he addressed me. He'd even taken to casually touching the small of my back when we walked past each other in the halls. It didn't seem like genuine affection to me. More like pos

Taking a deep breath, I nodded. Slowly, I walked into the room filled with faces I had never seen before. All people of high status. I walked with my head high, focusing on the beautiful arrangements of the white orchids until I reached the altar where the priest and Owen stood. I could feel all eyes on me. Some stared with curiosity, others with distant repulsion. It was the fault of the media, the fault of the contract, and entirely the fault of the man I was about to marry. The man I was about to marry. The room went quiet as my eyes finally found him on the same altar I stood on. He looked utterly breathtaking in a bespoke black suit. Hazel eyes looking deep into me, making feel naked under his gaze. His raven black hair was combed back, little strands decorated his forehead and neckline. The scent of ceder filled my nostrils as he took my hand in his. The touch, usually so cool, was filled with so much warmth as it was firm. "Good day brothers and siste

The room was too big and too quiet. The master suite was all grey, white and dark wood. With the bed, low and in the centre. I slipped off the bed very quietly. My heart was pounding so loud, I was sure Owen could hear it, even with his back turned. But he was silent, an unmoving shape at the far end of the mattress. He's asleep, or is pretending to be. Either way, I was safe for now. The relief that washed over me made my knees weak. I pulled the soft silk robe tighter around me. Walking slowly, I made my way to the huge glass windows. They made up the whole outside wall of the room. I could see the dark ocean and the pale moon outside. It was a perfect view. The glass was so thick it shut out the whole world. And I could view it from the other side of the glass. I sat down on the low, hard window ledge, and hugged my knees to my chest. I thought about Owen. He was the real problem. Not the contract, not the media, him. During the ceremony, he looked at me wi

Owen finally stirred, kissing my temple before getting out of bed. He retrieved his discarded towel and wrapped it around himself. I could feel his gaze on me for a moment, and combined with the heavy air around us, it made the hairs on my neck stand. "Breakfast will be brought up," he said, walking to the table to retrieve his phone. His shift of his mask back to the CEO was brutal. "Owen," I said, sitting up, pulling the duvet over my bare breasts. "Wait." He paused, still looking at his screen. "Yes?" "What...what was that?" "What?" he asked, finally raising his head from his phone screen. "Well...we had sex Owen. If you need me to spell it out for you." "We're married Tessa, that was bound to happen." he said, reverting his gaze to his phone and then to the wardrobe to pick out some clothes. I could see his shoulders become slightly tense and that pushed me to ask more. "So you're saying our sex was...a necessity?" I asked, feeling hurt by my own choice of wo