The Billionaire's Accidental Wife

At six o'clock, Catherine Brown was on her way to the hotel where her boss, slash secret husband, Mr. Richmond, checked in. He called her yesterday and informed her that tonight was the only time he would be available. And if she wanted her job back as his secretary, they needed to talk about something important first.

Well, whatever it was, she didn't care anymore, and though the devil said it would be purely business, here she was now, driving under the rain in tiresome traffic, and yes, she was quite a bit intoxicated while driving towards the hotel, but Catherine knew she didn't have to worry about anything beyond business discussion. After all, Mr. Richmond never saw her as a woman, not that her yellow sweater and long skirt would make an impression, and besides, he wanted her woman naked, -fucking all the time.

After ten minutes, when she reached the door, she strengthened and checked herself before knocking on the door of the presidential suite on the top floor. The woman at the reception said that she could go straight. After all, with her boring, non-sexy clothing, she surely couldn't be mistaken as a whore. She didn't even put on lipstick or a little make-up. She was here for a reason that even the gods didn't know why.

How she ended up married to the billionaire playboy was beyond her. Two years ago, being drunk and stupid, she accidentally married him. Oh yes, it was just a mistake, a fuckin' stupid drunken judgment, not that she could blame herself. After all, being too drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list. The man was nothing but bossy and demanding as hell, and out of desperation, he hired her as his secretary in exchange to keep their accidental marriage secret. Not that she had another choice. Being homeless, penniless, and heartbroken at that time made her desperate enough to accept his offer, but the devil himself fired him a few weeks ago, and now here she was in the bloody elevator thinking about how to strangle the man.

She knocked on the door many times, yet it seemed like either the devil was busy fucking someone or he was fast asleep.

Another minute passed. She tried to nudge the door and realized that it was unlocked. She opened it slowly and noticed how it was too dark inside. What sort of sorcery is this? Why is it too dark here? She thought to herself, "Hello? Is anyone here? Mr. Richmond?" With a little step forward, she yelled again, "Mr. Richmond? It's me, Miss Brown."

Looking around, she was surprised by the grandness of the living room. A huge crystal chandelier in the middle of the ceiling brightens the place, and the sheer glass wall with a modern shade curtain made from a very silky sheer fabric that both looked drapey and droopy was used on each side, which has made a great contribution to its grandeur.

Silence

He told her to come here, but the man probably forgot it again. "Bloody annoying. What a waste of time." She murmured under her breath, but halted when she realized Mr. Richmond would not leave the door unlocked if he wasn't here. Right?

"Shawn?" She blushed, saying his name out loud, and then felt silly.

A girl could dream.

However, Catherine walked through the darkened living room towards the glass door where the beautiful scenery was breathtaking, a view to die for indeed. Yet, the luxury in the room was to die for, with the cream with gold accents and furniture pieces being bold additions to this open area, which made the color palette of the living room so relaxing.

She paused for a moment as she pushed open the door to the next room, seeing that the lights were still on and hearing the sound of water rushing out of the showers.

Well, that was weird. She knew this because he once told her that her Asian grandmother was superstitious and had never allowed him to take a bath or shower at night since he was a child. And, besides, this suite was closed and dark; who was taking a shower here? Was he fucking someone inside, or did he simply forget to turn off the shower? Well, the second was believable. After all, he would not let her come here if he had a sex escapade here, right?

But curiosity got the better of her.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Catherine walked towards the shower room, passing a huge hallway. It was welcoming from the open door to the wide aisle. On the sides were the paintings of a famous artist; the floor was a modern dark marble; a blend of deep homely light nude hues; and a pale gold that matched well with the colors in the living room. Plus, the cathedral ceiling was a plus for its luxurious look.

However, all she could hear was the water, so she was actually beginning to think someone had just left it running.

She rounded the corner and froze. Yes, she stood there immobile, unable to even blink.

Mr. Richmond was naked, her fucking secret husband, with white soap bubbles around him as he stood under the spray of the water. But it wasn't that her ex-boss was standing without a stitch of clothing in front of her that made her gasp like she did, and it wasn't even the surprise of seeing him in the shower room naked either.

No, what made her gasp out loud enough that Shawn's eyes snapped open and peered directly into hers was a gigantic fucking dick between his knees, both of his hands wrapped securely around it as he rubbed it up and down. OKAY!Maybe... her mind was just overreacting and caused her to gawk at it and be shocked?

But it was exceptionally shocking, truly surprising. The man was nothing but enormous. It's absolutely massive.

How could she not remember how enormous he was? After all, they already did it two years ago, right?

It was bigger than those pornhub things; it was more powerful than her fucking forearm!Catherine was stopped dead in her tracks by its sheer magnitude as her eyes fought to believe what she was looking at. It protruded, thick and throbbing, from the blond patch between his legs, jutting out what had to be a fucking foot. His hands could scarcely wrap around its massive girth, and the bulbous head throbbed scarlet and pulsated as he massaged it.

Her best friend's toys are not in competition with it.

Then, unexpectedly, Mr. Richmond's eyes sprang open at the sound of her gasp, staring right at her as they both halted, only seven feet apart.

"I- ..." He exclaimed, his massive shaft twitching as he dropped both of his hands off of it. "The, um, shower...," Catherine whispered. "I was under the impression that no one was using it..."

Shawn lifted his brows and nodded slowly. "So, Miss Brown, you didn't knock?"

"Um- I-I'm sorry...yes," she swallowed deeply, unable to take her gaze away from the monster shaft dodging heavily between his legs. Shawn barely mumbled the words out, completely enchanted by her wide blue eyes locked on his thick, lovely trunk; enthralled by it. He then smiled.

"I'm sorry, Miss Brown, but I'm in a private meeting with my little manager here," Shawn added, with a little smirk.

Little? You've got to be kidding me. She thought to herself as she jolted back to reality as she heard her name called. "Oh my god." She snapped her head up, meeting his gaze for a fraction of a second before her entire face turned crimson red. She wished she could just melt away and be done with her life. This was more than embarrassing.

"I'm sorry..." She practically yelled the phrase as she turned and hurried out of the shower room and back into the dim living area, and started pacing around like some foolish virgin woman from the fucking 18th century.

It wasn't until the shower room's front door closed behind her that she realized, with a small gasp, that her underwear were completely moist beneath her skirt.

Damn it!

When she was this triggered to run or stay, it was so very hard to have self-control. It was like she was doing the actions. It was like her behavior had been nothing but foolish, but it was as if the gas pedal got stuck down and in that acceleration, in that momentum, the steering wheel gets all jammed up too. Her mind was like that, she was panicking, not because of how huge it was, but how shameful it was to just stand there and stare at it.

And she was taken aback. How could she have forgotten those monstrous, throbbing monsters? Oh hell, I'm getting crazy."

Catherine felt like she was in the middle of a fight or flight and it was so disappointingly primitive, but she just couldn't override the warm feeling. It was unless she had a friend to help her, to guide her, to release that emotional pressure so that she could take back the steering wheel and make good choices.

"Wait, I am going to wait here or what?" She asked herself and nibbled on her bottom lip. She wondered how on earth she was ever going to be able to face him again now.

Shit shit! It was natural to feel the urge to retreat, right?

But no, she needed a job, right? There was no turning back now. 'Catherine, you are brave. You can do this.' Her self-talk was not helping, but she didn't have a choice either, 'Catherine, when you realize you are good to your core, when you realize your self-worth, a solid sense of confidence would expand within you, so suck it up and do not stare at his massive hard...'

"Damn it! I have to go," she murmured under her breath, and finally stood up. Then, out of nowhere, she heard his deep, exhausted voice. "You are not going anywhere yet, Miss Brown. Sit and I'll be back."

"Shit!" Catherine mumbled under her breath, 'It is too late to back out now, right?'

Shawn turned around and gestured for her to sit down on the couch.

She didn't look at him, or rather when he was still staring at her, yet of course she did feast on his still wet, water droplets' back when he turned around and firmly closed the door to his dressing room. 'Damn those buttcheeks'

She sank into a chair, slipped off her nude one-inch sandals, and realized she was suddenly sweating, not because the air conditioner was warm in this room-in fact, it was too bloody cold just a few minutes ago, but because she felt like she was in a desert land, devoid of water and thirsty for something.

However, even without him here in the living room, she could feel him. Somewhere close, always watching, "Hell, I'm getting crazy. I need to stop those images."

Catherine wiped off her invisible makeup and waited, her heart beating, her lungs barely breathing. She knew he was near, and she was nervous, anxious, and couldn't think straight. Shawn must have known, too, that she was not comfortable, right?

A fine mist streamed under the door, collecting in a spiral close to her. She held her breath. Instantly, the handsome, ruthless ex-boss of hers shimmered into a solid mass beside her. Her heart slammed. Of course, she was just exaggerating his appearance in the doorway as he raised his brows towards her. Yes, she was unbelievably daydreaming of some vampire trying to taste her warm blood. 'Oh for the love of God, this is getting too crazy.' She thought to herself. She better be thinking straight now or risk pouncing on those delicious red lips of her ex-boss, slash secret husband.

Up close, Shawn was frightening and shockingly hot. 'Oh my God, why didn't I notice how enormously powerful this man, before?'

His finely chiseled features were seductive, hard, yes, very hard. And long, and thick, and... 'Stop staring at him, Catherine... '

Oh hell, I might need a shower later, a very cold shower.

Looking at the man who appeared to be smirking at her, and knowing that he had his fair share of countless victories in battles over women, those skinny-to-the-bone Victoria Secret models. And looking at him now, he had this set of confidence that his broad shoulders and the fierce composure of his face couldn't deny. He was strikingly handsome and immeasurably intimidating at the same time.

Did she mention huge? Yes, she did, so many fucking times.

Catherine's tongue touched her suddenly parched, dry lips. "So, Miss Brown, here you are... hmm, too awkward to even look at me. May I remind you that you did not knock?"

"May I remind you that you did not lock the door either, Mr. Richmond?" She fought back, then gasped when she realized what she had done. Fuck, goodbye 'take my job back'. The man must have thought that she had the nerve to answer back.

But who the hell cares? She saw him naked! And I saw his...

Shawn's body clenched at the sound of her voice. It was warm, soft, and shy all at the same time, yet it had an edge of sarcasm that he missed. After all, she had been her loyal secretary for years, and he knew when she was nervous or when she was just utterly annoyed.

Nonetheless, what never left his mind was her half-naked body yesterday. Those little flappy towels did nothing to cover that magnificent beauty that she kept hidden for years, and he wasn't even aware of it, not that he remembered their sex escapade two years ago. After all, they were both drunk.

However, hearing her words now seemed to seep through his skin, wrapping around his heart and, most likely, his dick. "Miss Brown, I could do nothing other than to tell you that this is my suite, my hotel, so you know I can do whatever I like and I think you know that, right?"

"Of course I know that Mr. Richmond," She recognized his annoyance from a mile away, so she relented, and her little dismay showed in her soft, charcoal amber eyes.

Shawn's hard mouth softened, his deep ocean blue eyes warming at her needless dismay as he sat on the single couch on her left side. "So about what I have in mind: Let's go back to the issues at hand. As you already know, this COVID-19 has made a mess, especially in the hotel industry. So what I'm asking you to do is to come back and work for me again, but this time, until the COVID protocol is lifted, you work at..."

She intruded, "You mean, you want me to work at home?"

"Yes, and no. What I have in mind is that you work with me, but in the comfort of my home."

"What?! Are you kidding me?" Did she hear him right? How the hell could she manage not to stare at those bulges in his home? And the comfort of his home? Nothing is comforting about it.

"No, Miss Brown, do I look like I have time to joke around? I made a promise to you yesterday that I would give you your job back, and I fully intend to honor it." His voice dropped another octave, his eyes consuming her as he spoke. "Work with me, you won't regret it, and besides, I know you, and I trust you."

Oh really? But not enough that he fired her, right? Without even seeking the truth first? How could he manage to believe the whore's lies? Without a doubt, it was disappointing, not just because the bitch accused her of giving outsourced data to their rivals, but because Mr. Richmond knew better that she would never commit such fraud. Yet he bloody fired her ass just because the bitch couldn't get her hands off of him.

Man-whore!

But wait, oh my god, did he really mean it? But he never apologized to her, right?

"Wait a minute, Mr. Richmond. You mean, I'm going to work with you in your mansion?"

"Yes," he replied immediately.

"How about your current secretary?" She asked while her brows furrowed. After all, the bitch was the reason she got fired.

"Do not worry about it. I have already fired her."

Oh really now? Tired of so-many-blow-job? She thought to herself, then asked, "Why? I thought you liked her so much that you believed her words more than mine... I mean, not that I've worked my butt off for years and..."

"I know that Miss Brown, and it came to my knowledge recently, the whore, tricked me into firing you so she could have me. But do not worry, the job is still yours." He smirked, looking at how his secret wife raised her eyebrows and gaped at his words.

'The nerve of a bloody man'. Catherine thought to herself, that Shawn was indeed had a huge inflated ego, worth a fucking planet, yet she felt her heart jump again. Every cell in her body cried out to just say yes. His gaze was a smoldering heat she could not resist. There was so much hunger in him, such dark intensity, burning for her. The devil tempted her.

Resolutely, she shook her head. "I'm not sure about your offer-"

Mr. Richmond stopped her words by simply enveloping her smaller hand with his. When did he come so close to where she sat?

But it all went to waste, her mind racing somewhere far beyond her common sense.

His touch sent darts of fire racing up her limbs and through her body, taking the very breath from her lungs. "I grow weary of knowing that I have fired my best and most loyal secretary, and those lies weren't welcome in my office. Hearing how she managed to trick me into firing you was beyond me, and I apologize."

'Oh, bloody hell,' she said, gaping for sure. The man never, ever apologized, and yet he did. Fucking now, while his hands burned on hers.

Then, out of nowhere, Shawn straightened slowly to his full height and paced around in front of her like some male underwear model. Okay, not that kind, but a girl could dream, right?

But the man must be thinking of something. She recognized this kind of pacing; this was his boss's thinking pace, where he would be making huge, fucking decisions.

What on bloody earth could he be thinking? His offer wasn't mind-shattering, in fact, it was as boring as hell hounds.

However, he looked so intimidating, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the bed, his soft, warm, silky bed, with that thought, Catherine smiled, that Mr. Richmond actually stepped backward. His eyes bore straight into hers, his gaze holding her prisoner, searching her very soul.

"Stay in the mansion with me, and I will double your salary plus bonus," the god mumbled, as if debating whether to take her right now.

"What? ...You did your thinking pace just to tell me that?" She grumbled.

"Ah, what?"

"Never mind, Mr. Richmond, but why not work in the comfort of my home? It's all basically the same, right? We have an internet connection and..."

"No, it's not the same. I need you near me all the time." The devil added and turned his head away from her and took an empty shot glass from the nearby coffee table, went to his minibar, and poured himself a vintage expensive wine while Catherine watched her dumbfounded for the entire time as if he were able to solve the world wide world crisis.

"I'm sorry, what? What is the point of..."

"I have my reason, Miss Brown, and I'll be paying you as my assistant, but not to ask me some silly questions."

Silly? What the fuck is wrong with this man? Silly questions?

"Really?" Mischief danced for a moment in her eyes, and she shoved her nude sandals away from her feet. "To be clear, I haven't accepted your offer yet, so I have the bloody right to inquire, right?" She didn't sound apologetic; she sounded as if she was making fun of him, and Shawn noticed the heat on her face upon concluding her lengthy speech. Weird, she never expected Miss Brown to be this amazing, unsettled, and out of character; after all, she was his prim and proper secretary, always polite, always prepared, and above all, she was always one step ahead of his game in everything, and yet watching her now, so out of character, made him want to kiss those plump rosy lips and taste her nectar.

Somehow, Shawn knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this woman's existence would be tied to his for all eternity because he would do everything to win her trust. "Are your naked feet supposed to intimidate me, Miss Brown?"

'Ah, what? What the hell was he asking?'

"What?"

"See? You are now thinking, tsk! Tsk! You better think about your life judgment, Miss Brown, because I can't be persuaded anymore. I want you in my mansion tomorrow and that is final."

She thought to herself, 'He's got to be kidding me.' Did he just notice how she took her sandals off her feet? Damn it! It was just her manner, "Are you seriously noticing those mundane manners of mine? It's none of your concern, I want to be naked all the time. It's not like..." She gaped after realizing what she said. Oh, fuck! Her and her mouth.

"Oh, pray tell me, Miss Brow," Shawn added, with those knowing-it-all smirks when he saw her blush and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Not that naked, I mean... my feet... I-I..."

"I think I heard just enough, wife. And I can't wait to find you naked all the time in my mansion."

She stood up, and cried out, "Jesus! Shawn, that's not what I mean. W-what I mean is..."

He never thought there would come a moment when he would love his name on a woman's lips unless they were screaming for him to go harder and faster, but hearing it from her made him want to hear it again, so he added, "Oh, I know, wife, and it's no wonder you were naked yesterday in your little apartment. I would not be surprised if you ended up naked in my bed tomorrow, you know and..."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Mr. Richmond? I was not naked yesterday...I-I have a towel and y-you... stop calling me 'wife.'"

"Shawn..." he added with a sly smile.

"What?"

"Call me Shawn, I like it better."

"No way, you are Mr. Richmond to me."

"Oh, well, then settle it then, Catherine."

Did he just call her by her name? Dafaq!? Did he know her name? Wow! That was surprising.

Shawn watched the woman with sudden interest and never thought she was this lovely, especially when she was almost yelling and furious at the same time. Yet, he allowed the burning desire for her to flare briefly in his eyes and was satisfied when she stepped back again. "No, I mean, I will call you Mr. Richmond," she repeated. Damn it, she knew she was talking nonsense. How could he look at her like he wanted to devour her? Fuck it! She couldn't even think straight, so she sat down and went to retrieve her sandals from the floor instead.

"How is it that I'm allowed to call you Catherine and you are not calling me by my name? I like my name in your lips; it sounds better," he demanded, his voice deep and compelling, that of a man accustomed to instant submission.

Seriously?

Catherine, teeth scraped across her lower lip, betraying her nervousness, but her chin went up defiantly. "Look, Mr. Richmond, if you don't want me to call you by your surname, it's no big deal. We haven't signed a contract or anything, so I'll leave now." She put her sandals on, took a deep breath, and stood, slowly taking a step toward the door, but Shawn suddenly appeared like a solid wall, blocking her way. She glanced at his smiling eyes, judging the distance to the rear door, wondering if she could make it before he pounced. Somehow, she was afraid that running would trigger his own predatory instincts or his billionaire manly ego.

"Mr. Richmond, let me pass, I don't have time for this nonsense," Catherine objected gently, laying a placating hand on his arm. Two could play this game. She knew the man was playing with her, and she knew this game very well. After all, she knew him from head to toe.

However, Shawn didn't so much as turn his head, his deep blue eyes remaining on her face, searching her eyes, "No, this is not a game, I'm merely asking you back, to take the job. I need you," he told her softly, his voice soft and menacing. Even the unseen would grow uneasy upon hearing his deep, tantalising voice, slowly pushing himself closer to the blonde unfashionable-woman whose green eyes flashed like jewels yet smelt like wild lilacs.

Game on, Catherine thought to herself. "Oh really now? Mr. Richmond, you fired me in a blink, remember?"

With their close proximity, she wondered why she hadn't fallen down to the floor and been unconscious for a while.

"I already apologized for that, Catherine, haven't I?"

Oh fuck! Oh please look at me like that, I'm about to melt. She thought to herself.

But, gazing at those mesmerising deep ocean eyes, and sensing a stark possessiveness in his stares, with a sensual cruelty around his beautiful mouth, an intensity burned in him that she had never witnessed before.

"I asked you a question," he said softly.

His voice sent butterfly wings brushing against her stomach. It was a black-velvet weapon, a magician's method, and it sent heat curling unexpectedly through her body. She felt the color creeping up her neck and into her face. "I'm no longer your employee, Mr. Richmond. You can't bully me just like that!"

"Bully? I am not bullying you." He waited, as still as a lion poised to pounce, his unblinking eyes fixed on her face.

She felt a strange compulsion to answer him, to tell him she was wrong. The urge beat at her head until she rubbed her temples in protest. Then she sighed, shook her head, and even attempted a smile. "Look, I'm not certain what you wanted from me, Mr. Richmond, but I'm not going to let you intimidate and bully me this time."

"I'm not bullying you. I never did. What the hell made you think I was bullying you?"

She raised her eyebrows and shrugged carelessly. "Every fucking time, but now,... it doesn't matter. I can just as easily move on, I can find a job online... so goodbye."

She was about to move and halted when he moved towards her instead. That made her step back against the wall. Shawn studied her face. She was lying to him. She wanted the job. She was eager to take it but too proud to say anything. She coated her desperation well, but she craved work. Yet not once did her green eyes waver from his dark regard, and her entire body betrayed resistance.

Shawn moved then, gliding close to her so fast that she didn't have a chance to run. He could almost hear her heart pounding, hear the rush of blood, of life, through her veins. His gaze rested on the plum lips, biting the lower lip so frantically. "I think this job will suit you perfectly, and it's yours, it's always been yours."

Shawn was too close, too great, too fierce and powerful. Up close, Catherine could feel the heat radiating from his body, the allure and charisma he exuded. He wasn't touching her, but she felt the warmth of his skin against hers all the same. She had an urge to run as fast and as far as she could, or maybe pounce on his lips?

"B-but why in your m-mansion?" She sounded defiant, even to her own ears.

Shawn just smiled in an infuriatingly masculine way that told her he knew she was afraid of him. The smile did nothing to warm the dark, intense frost in his eyes. He bent his head slowly toward her until she could feel his breath against her neck, then near her lips, almost gracing them. Her skin tingles with apprehension, or maybe from the unsettling excitement. Every cell in her body went on alert, screaming a warning, but she could not help but moan a little, and she prayed he didn't hear it, or all was lost.

"Why not? Its a fucking huge mansion..." he whispered into her pulse.

Catherine took a deep breath and forced herself to remain perfectly still, unflinching. If they were playing a game, she was not going to make a wrong move. "I need to know what I'm getting myself into, Mr. Richmond. And I know this game of yours, and I am not buying it, not even for a dime."

He flashed a sly smile again. He looked like a hungry predator eyeing its prey. "I am not playing a game here, Catherine?"

"Oh, really? Cut this bullshit now. My boyfriend is waiting for me downstairs. I have to go." She added a little lie and hoped for the best, because if she had to stay another minute here, she might as well let him win this game.

Hearing it, Shawn felt an unfamiliar anger rip through him at the very thought of any of the other men around her.