Chapter 3 II - Patrick

I needed an heir. Actually my parents needed one, the family company had to be kept in our hands and that's why I let them move on and get me a wife.

My parents tried to cheer me up with the idea, my mother in particular, kept talking about the beauty of the girl, how polite and sweet she is. But she could not be a good person, since she was selling herself to be a walking incubator.

What kind of woman would marry a man she doesn't know and sign a contract saying she'll have all the kids I want? I know the answer, a gold digger!

Since my car accident my life was not the same, my face was destroyed, or at least part of it was. Not even the most expensive surgeon was able to fix what my ex-wife caused, now I was a deformed man, or as I've heard people say: A Beast.

When the car entered the property I was looking at the photo my new wife had taken with my parents at lunch early. Her dress did not match the idea I formed about her, did not value her at all. Maybe that's why my parents made a mistake with her, her pretty face and a smooth conversation and they were falling into the illusion.

I stood up and went to the window hoping to see her more closely and when she stopped in front of the house, watching the huge building I could see her face fascinated with everything, she was just after my money.

"Sophie." I tested her name on my lips and it seemed to draw her gaze straight at me.

His face rose up focusing on the window where I was and I had a quick glimpse of the curious brown eyes, before hiding in the shadows.

I sat down in front of the computer and started fiddling with the camera system, spying on where she was and her every reaction knowing the rest of the house.

I saw Holly, the housekeeper, show her everything while the two talked as if they already knew each other and Sophie continued with the good girl theater, keeping up appearances, making Holly fall for her lie as well as my parents.

I got lost in my thoughts and it took me a while to realize they were in front of my room. I growled and stood up putting the mask on my face and going to the door.

"Boss!" I heard the voice of the woman who practically watched me grow, along with the beats. "Sophie Carter is already here."

"Oh no, please, just call me Sophie." The sweet voice reached me, but my blood boiled when I realized she didn't want to be called by my last name.

Sure, my money was fine, but my name wasn't.

"Good afternoon, Miss Carter!" I opened the door quickly and spoke angrily, giving emphasis on my last name.

Her surprised eyes focused on my face, probably wondering what I was hiding behind the mask.

"Good afternoon, huh... I think we can skip the formality, since we're husband and wife now." she spoke with a sweet smile on her pink lips, but that quickly disappeared when she saw that I would not answer her. "It's good to finally see you, your parents told me a lot about you."

I stared at the hand she held out to me, seriously thinking of refusing, but Holly raised her eyebrows showing her indignation at my behavior and I relented.

I slipped my hand over hers, the soft silky skin shivered with my touch, compared to me Sophie seemed to be freezing. I stared at our hands realizing how small she was, small in every way.

"Dinner is served at seven o'clock, don't be late!" I growled taking my hand away from her. " And wear something warmer, or you'll freeze."

I closed the door not being polite or cordial, I needed to take my eyes off her. Get rid of the mask and faced the object in my hand, even if only half of my face were destroyed, I wore a mask that covered it entirely, but only put when it was necessary, my employees were already accustomed to my face and did not face me, but now with Sophie at home I would have to spend long periods with it.

The night I took a shower and put on an expensive suit, as well as Italian shoes. I didn't used to wear it at home and as I rarely went out, all those things were untouched in my closet, but today something made me want to use it.

"Holly, where is that girl?" I asked impatiently when I got to the dining room on time and she wasn't there.

"For God's sake Patrick! Speak right of the girl, she's your wife and she's a sweet girl." I rolled my eyes with that speech, knowing it was already expected. " I don't like how you treated her earlier, I know you have your fears, but open your heart and give Sophie a chance."

I snorted at her words, Holly couldn't have been more wrong.

"She agreed to marry me to give me heirs and just that, do not start creating romantic ideas." I sat at the head of the table and Holly widened her eyes. "There's nothing romantic about this wedding!"

When the woman in front of me shook her head at me, I understood that Sophie was right behind me.

"Good evening Holly, good evening Mr. Carter." she said strained walking to the chair next to me. "Sorry I'm late."

"We were about to start without you." I replied even though she seemed uncomfortable, it was not my job to make her feel good.

"Today I'm not going to dinner with you." Holly muttered serving the table and drawing my attention, she always dined with me. "I'll let you two get to know each other better. Have a good night."

I took a deep breath following the quick steps of the lady, just like my parents, she hoped that I would be happy in marriage.

She bit her lips, uncertain and I could not curb the desire to take her mouth and feel her taste when I slipped my tongue on those lips that looked so soft.

"So... and then what do you like to do Mister Carter?"

I started eating ignoring the question and soon she joined me, eating without saying anything, I took advantage that she was head down and watched every little thing in her body.

Sophie was in a tight woolen dress, and I could see her nipples harden over the fabric when John opened the garden door and let the icy wind in.

"Good evening. I just came to bring you the report you asked for." He put an envelope next to me, we usually sat down drinking and talking, but today I just wanted him out of there before he saw her marked nipples.

"Good night John, thank you." as I expected he left without even answering me. "I thought I told you to wear something hot, we're on a mountain, here the wind is cold even in summer." I practically growled the words and Sophie seemed surprised that I was talking to her.

"I don't have many cold clothes, it was the dress or a sweater."

"I should have worn the sweater!"

I saw her swallow with difficulty with my words, but it was the only answer she would get from me, if she was expecting to earn more money for purchases was very mistaken, she had ripped a beautiful amount from me with this marriage agreement.

"Are you always this quiet?"

"I hate to chat..."

"This is just news to me, I never had a boyfriend or anything, but I think since we're married we should at least try to get to know each other better!"

Finally she was showing her claws, making it clear that it wasn't the immaculate, silly candy everyone was thinking about.

"Didn't you read the contract? You married me to give me children, not to get to know me better and try to be my friend." Sophie raised her face and chipped her teeth looking like she was about to hit me. "If you want to please me, you can learn what I like in bed."

Without me waiting she threw all the wine from her glass in my face, luckily the mask and my suit were the only ones hit.

"I'm not a prostitute! And if I wanted a surrogate you would have hired one." she clapped her hand on the table and stood up. "But you wanted a wife, a marriage, so I think we'd better learn to live together."

My blood boiled with anger for everything, but also for the excitement she made run through my veins. I could not control the desire to shut that mouth, my will was to hold it against a wall and only let go when all she did was moan.

Without thinking of anything I pressed the button on my watch that turned off all the lights, tore my mask and pulled it by the waist until her body was against mine and took that smart mouth on mine.

Sophie let out a sigh out of control and I slid my tongue over her lips demanding passage, as she parted them my tongue invaded the inside of her mouth. The kiss became even hotter when she intertwined with me, her hands held my biceps as I devoured her.

I did not restrain myself and tightened her waist pulling her closer and felt my cock throbbing with desire. A low groan came out of her mouth and I just thought I'd throw her on that table and bury myself inside her.