The CEO'S imperfect wife

It was impossible!

It was absurd!

He refused to believe what they had done to him, it was unheard of, a twinge of pain struck in his chest, those fuckers couldn't call themselves family.

They were being unfair.

He had his gaze straight ahead he seemed to take it all in, in reality, he wasn't seeing anything specific. Because he refused to break those images that sprouted in his memory like a projected screen, he found himself in the yard of his old house he saw his parents laughing, he saw them hugging him, them playing in the snow, he blinked repeatedly refusing to lose that memory.

It's been a long time, if they were there.

They wouldn't do that to him.

His parents wouldn't make him.

When she stood next to him she barely managed to comprehend what was happening, her wedding, she was there with that guy to get married.

It was a bad joke that she had to marry someone she didn't love, someone she didn't even seem to care that she had come to the ceremony, because she didn't even turn to look at him. She sighed in frustration at that bad luck. Maybe she should have fought harder, so she could wait for her childhood sweetheart.

"What?!" my shouting didn't make her flinch, I was to marry a stranger, among my plans were not to dress in white and wear fancy heels. "You're kidding!"

My grandfather remained expressionless just like always.

It might seem like I was exaggerating but it was my life we were talking about, I was going to graduate from college in two months and they express so causal that the wedding was to be moved up.

"You see me laughing."

"What?"

"In two months" grandpa must have been playing games, his palpable sarcasm didn't help much either, what the hell was going on, at first thinking of a plan was optional now he had to speed it up and run away "We have already agreed on terms, you must give them a child" sentencing seemed like his best specialty.

"Is it any of my business if he..."

"If you can't even do that right" he spat spitefully, sometimes I forgot they were my own family. "I requested among the terms that if there is no heir, they can use artificial insemination."

"That's absurd."

My voice was barely audible.

I didn't believe what I was hearing, I should marry someone just because grandfather has already given his approval on a path where love will not exist.

Bringing my hands to my hair was indispensable.

What the hell was going on!

I was in a bad game, they must have a camera to indicate they were playing, no, this was real. I was to be joined with an unknown man.

If there was more time I could run away from home, hide for a while and get a job. That dream seemed so far away. At least I needed to graduate to get a job with the best company that would feed me for the rest of my days.

"I won't take it!" vociferating didn't help either.

Grandpa slammed his crystal glass on the floor.

"It's not in your possession," he pointed at me. His face looked so terrifying. Where would I be left with my desire to pursue my childhood love, where would those words from that day be left. "You will" "You think I spent my money these years because I was bored."

Sure, that was the truth.

My parents are already dead.

Who wouldn't want to take advantage of that opportunity?

Would these merciless beings have mercy, wouldn't they, my eyes felt stinging indicating that I would be on the verge of tears if I didn't get the hell out of there. I would look more humiliating. I tensed my jaw refusing to look any weaker in front of the master of the house.

"You must" repeated Grandpa for the umpteenth time.

"No."

"Try to run away and you will know..."

Grandfather flashed a smile that I did not wish to find out, I clenched my fists. Maybe that was the man they admired when we were children. He was a heartless being who only cared about his own profit.

I came out of my daze when a hand pulled me by the arm and that word slipped through my ears.

"I accept."

Lips rested on mine, blinking was indispensable to get a better glimpse, he moved his lips with a unique rhythm, I felt the delicacy in each movement, the sweet elixir that will be given to me for life, increased a frenzy in my system that made me refuse that idea of emptiness before the release of his lips against my own.

I do not know at what point I had given my oath.

All I know is that I do not regret it.

When I met those gray eyes, that curly hair, that sleepy gaze, that sharp nose, that set jaw and that familiar face.

I felt my heart stop.

He was my first childhood love.

Gael is the man I fell in love with ten years ago.

A smile crept across my lips.

When I saw that smile on the other man's face, he was not surprised, on the contrary, he frowned, showing his contempt. Perhaps he thinks he has succeeded in his plan. He shouldn't pretend so well. He won't accept such ambitious looks.

Gael glared at him.

"Don't forget your place! You're nothing but a tool" reminding him of his contract was inevitable, that smile was suddenly erased, she was not to assume that everything would work out.

He was sure that proposing artificial insemination was nothing more than a ruse of that person who is now his wife, she was just looking for a good opportunity. That's how she convinced her grandfather to trap him. That's how they got to the point of getting married.

Hearing him speak so coldly brought me back to reality.

Gael didn't wait for an answer.

He walked out without turning around and disappeared through the reception door.

The sound of music became distant in his ears.

He didn't seem to fit in there.

Being there, it was a mistake.

Dressed in white.

In the middle of the hall of that luxurious reception, she was still static looking at the door waiting for that man.

Both arms like two dead pieces on either side of her body, with her gaze straight ahead, the guests who attended especially for that event, circled past her.

He must have looked so pitiful.

"May I dance with you?"

I accepted the hand that was being offered.

The first dance of the wedding that was to be performed by the husband and wife, the husband having left, was being performed by the bride and an unknown man.

Perhaps that was not so humiliating.

It had been one of the worst afternoons he had ever had.

The car he was traveling in stopped in front of a house that looked more scary than gloomy, the driver got out of the car opening the car door to help him out, it was a huge residence of the plants with the entrance fenced with steel bars.

Was it a prison or a house?

She got out, pushed her way in pushing the gate bars which let out a creaking sound perhaps due to lack of oil or a warning she couldn't make out.

She walked to the entrance and opened it with the key provided by Gael's family.

She let out that air she did not know she was holding in her lungs.

She entered.

The room was so luxurious and huge, she crossed the hall going straight to the stairs, she climbed each step struggling with that heavy dress that made her look like a princess.

She groped her way down the long hallway to a room that had a red bow on the door, she played it down, her feet hurt and she just wanted to rip that dress off.

She turned the handle and walked into the room.

As she made her way through, she removed that beautiful stick that held her hair up, she almost tore off her clothes, she felt so suffocated. She wanted to cry at the frustration of their reunion. She removed button by button, almost hurting her hands as she pulled hard on the fabrics.

She removed the dress.

Remaining in panties and bra, she sat on the bed for a moment before walking a few steps and throwing her heels as far as she could into the room, she removed every last piece of clothing.

Naked.

Steadily following her gait to the shower.

She grabbed the doorknob with her hand, turning it a little, she managed to open it all the way, she froze as she found that familiar face in front of her.

Gael, who was getting out of the shower with a bath towel covering his lower body, raised an eyebrow at the other's actions. He looked around the other's body.

Alisha, his wife, panicked.

She tore off the bath towel Gael was using to cover his body, and they fell together.

The other's weight did not impact against her as much.

Gael supported himself with his hands, remaining a little suspended, those gray eyes connected with hers, they were so beautiful; they seemed to contain the universe. Gael intentionally moved closer towards Alisha, dropping his naked body completely over the other's, that sudden closeness on her and the scarcity of inches on her face, the atmosphere became tense.

"You're afraid" he whispered hoarsely.

While Alisha's heart was beating wildly.

Gael maintained that intimate stance, still his words were so merciless.

"You feel I treat you badly so you can't expect to get close to me" he spat full of cynicism.

Though his face was so handsome almost sculpted by the angels themselves, his words were too cruel.

"Couldn't you expect that you've tangled with another man at the wedding?" he accused over the other's lips.

"Not so..."

Gael rose coldly, propelling himself a little with his hands.

His gaze was so sharp it made her feel so tiny, this man didn't seem like the one she had met before.

Alisha held the bath towel against her body as if it were her lifeline.

"Don't waste energy acting so deliberate" she warned him, caring little if she saw his body, they were supposed to be married and he has enough self-confidence. "We were a fictitious couple and it will be just that, a fictitious marriage."

"You're a..."

"What? You want to argue with your lord?"

Gael leaned in slightly and held his chin.

"If you breach the contract, I'll get back the huge amount of money I've lent to your family" he released her making her tilt her face a little.

Alisha felt her eyes glaze over.

"Fuck you" she muttered.

Gael who was expressionless, ignored those words which he heard clearly because of the silence.

He snorted

He walked a few steps before turning a little.

"We'll have a feast in the evening" he cocked a smile full of derision, before warning her. "Don't act offended because you can't face the consequences."

"Offend me?" Alisha let out a laugh. She met his gaze with that man. "You think I'm interested in your meaningless warnings!"

"You'd better shut up."

"He's conceited" she got up from the floor, first sitting down and finally sitting up. Dropping that towel covering her body, she brought her hands to her waist. Completely ignoring that he's not wearing anything to cover him. "You know nothing but bark."

Gael cocked a sarcastic smile.

"You want to educate me" he dared to chuckle "You, a person with little courage, hardly know what you're looking for."

Alisha leaned closer.

"It was such fun to leave me with a thousand eyes speculating."

"You give it so much relevance" he averted his gaze.

Gael Williams was a head taller than her, he had beautiful gray eyes, his mane was disheveled and a few drops of water trickled down his temple, he observed that person. His wife had blonde hair, beautiful lips, a little shorter than him, her eyes were blue.

"Relevance? If you want to pretend, do it right!"

"You are so ungrateful."

"If you insult me again I'll beat you" she cared little for what happened next, she wasn't going to let him continue down that tortuous path.

"You're funny" blurted out the man in front of her, those blue eyes were on the verge of bursting into tears and he came with such a haughty attitude, it was funny.

She raised her hand ready to slap him.

"Let go" she struggled wanting to break free of his grip. "Don't come imposing your..."

"What?"

Gael dared to laugh in her face.

"A little status doesn't make you..." she wanted to counterattack being interrupted by the man in front of her.

"It makes you better. punching makes you better than me!" Gael released his grip making her back up a little, she was startled by such a quick change in that man. "You better not come make me laugh by being so hysterical."

Though her words were biting her voice remained gentle, she gave him one last look before walking out the door.

Gael had left with a grim look on his face.

He looked so angry.

Alisha picked up the towel and went into the bathroom.

She showered, returning to the bedroom, she approached the bed noticing that elegant dress, the one that made her understand why her husband had returned early.

It looked extremely expensive.

Of the finest fabrics, and she was sure it would be from the best designer.

However, she averted her gaze to the photograph next to the bed.

Time did use to pass in a hurry, she knew nothing of what happened in ten years, he had made his own way and got his love, he would be so happy with the woman in that photograph. He didn't know.

It was supposed to be his wedding room.

"Husband" he uttered in a faint whisper.

At the head of the bed was the photograph of her now husband with another woman, both of them were smiling.

It was the first time she felt envious.

That woman in the photograph was elegant, exquisite and beautiful.

"Calm down" she said to herself, as she felt that liquid she had contained, now dripping down her cheeks. "You'll be fine."

She wiped away that wayward tear.

And smiled.

Alisha Walsh was not so weak.

Alisha changed her dress.

She let out a sigh before daring to leave that room, she didn't think that kind of clothes would suit her so well. It wasn't that she had a bad body, it was just that she preferred her boots and leather jackets.

That beautiful residence looked so empty.

There wasn't a single employee but the place didn't have a speck of dust, it was a huge house with luxurious corridors, colorful paintings that would be from some limited collection.

As he walked down the stairs he noticed that chandelier hanging at the top of the ceiling, it looked like a spider's web adorned with many alluring shades.

He headed for the door.

Going in the car driven by his chauffeur, he began to regret going to that celebration, there would be no way to escape either, he had his eyes fixed on the hands in his lap. Still lingering in her memory was that photograph in which Gael looked so happy with that person. It seemed like the blink of an eye when the car stopped, the door was opened.

Alisha gathered her last combo of courage and got out.

She snorted.

Gael who had been waiting in anticipation at the entrance of the place, where the banquet would be held, was the person who reached out to help her out, she hadn't even noticed that the driver was still in the car, she got out steadying herself a little with his help.

When Alisha got out of the car only then did she discover that the dress she had randomly picked out, from a low quality store, was so amazing when she wears it. His eyes fell on her hypnotically.

That purple colored dress skipped how tiny her waist was, had a slit on her left leg that reached mid-thigh, that highlighted how long her legs were and had a brooch in the middle of her sweetheart neckline, as the only abscessory.

No doubt she had a beautiful body, her snowy skin made the color of the dress contrast perfectly with the color of the dress, her light blonde hair was very flattering and those lips painted in natural pink, made her look hot.

"You plan to drool all night."

Gael came to himself.

"You think you're the real beauty" he rolled his eyes.

"Aren't I?"

"Just play the good wife" he reminded her, leading her by the hand to the banquet.

"Sure that's all that matters, isn't it?" obviated Alisha allowing herself to be dragged along by the businessman.

"Stop wasting time, that's not what we're here for" he reproached her behavior so inappropriate according to him, they should make the best of it. Although he didn't expect much from a girl barely in college.

"Who's wasting their time? "

"You're just a college girl" he paused by the door. "What else could you have done besides waste time?" Gael denied to himself, resuming his walk but was stopped.

"What can you do, Mr. Businessman?" Alisha smiled cynically at him, he wanted to show himself important, well, he could handle that too. "It's your employees who do most of it. What can you do, other than sign some documents?"

Gael stepped closer staying mere inches from his face.

"Stop that disgusting attitude right now" he nudged her forehead with his index finger before opening the door.

They both walked through the door and all eyes fell on them.

The gossip started so obviously.

They both kept walking until they were intercepted by one of her father's investors.

"She's a real beauty" expressed Mr. Tonny showing his glass in a toast to the jovial newlywed couple.

"No doubt about it" approved Mr. Tonny's wife, the same one he had hooked on his arm.

Gael smiled taking Alisha by the waist.

"The best of them all" Gael added, smiling at the couple.

Alisha could only smile as best she could. That possessive way of approaching him had been very surprising. She didn't know these people, she didn't know who they were. She just had to act right.

"Gael, congratulations!" exclaimed one of her friends.

The gentlemen left.

His friends had arrived curious at the newlywed.

"I know" he left a kiss on the other's cheek, perhaps he couldn't stop pushing her to the limit, Alisha felt her cheeks burning but she still had to show her cool, she kept smiling. "I couldn't wait for my wife."

"So much so that you can't leave her for an instant."

"Huh? Why would I do that?"

"Perhaps, because she is not even qualified to be worthy of you" a voice laden with derision, came from his side, it made him look for the origin of that owner. "May that young lady have something important."

Alisha recognized that stranger instantly, it was that unknown man who asked her to dance on her wedding day.

"Williams, may I have a moment?"

The aforementioned continued to look at that subject before heading towards a group of investors.

"Would you like to dance?"

Alisha observed Gael's friends marching one by one, staying with that stranger who was offering again that proposal, the music was still giving a good atmosphere. Now it's a married woman and that made him hesitate.

"I don't think it would be right..."

The man smiled.

"It wouldn't be the first time."

The tango music resounded drawing glances at that dancing couple on the dance floor.

As he asked her to dance he didn't expect her to be quite familiar with him, not to mention they had excellent dancing skills that surprised everyone as their steps were coordinated to perfection, it seemed like they have been a dance partner for years.

They were both moving around the dance floor in a syncopated walk, taking a similar step to the previous one but with more freedom.

As they danced Alisha was suspended by that stranger, she wrapped one of her legs around the other leaving the other one extended, they did a few turns, followed other incredible steps and bent down leaving one leg bent and the other extended horizontally.

Following the rhythm of the music.

They remained in a very striking pose, as Alisha's bent leg was on the other's thigh while she kept the other one extended as a support on the floor, her eyes were fixed on the other's face. The one she didn't quite understand. One of his hands was on the other's chest and the other on his shoulder. While the other's hand hovered around the young woman's waist.

The dress was revealing and perfectly highlighted Alisha's good figure.

Gael regretted having chosen it.