When The Bossy CEO Awakens

"Hot... It's so hot..."

Everything in front of Freya Walton became blurry, and she felt hot all over. Her entire body itched unbearably as if countless ants were crawling.

This feeling was so abnormal. She had never experienced this before. She didn't eat anything today since she was in a bad mood. Freya's eyes suddenly widened.

The orange juice! There must be something wrong with the orange juice that the butler of the Hayes family handed her just now.

She slumped on the luxurious cashmere carpet and looked at the unconscious man in the bed, trying her best to suppress the strange desire surging in her. At the same time, she felt incomparably sad.

After all, she couldn't leave this place.

When she returned to Leryport three days ago, she learned that her mother was seriously ill. And Healthbridge Hospital, which her mother built with painstaking efforts, was on the verge of bankruptcy.

These sudden changes almost made Freya break down.

She was left with no choice.

The Hayes family was willing to invest three hundred million dollars to save the hospital from decline.

But they had a condition-Freya had to marry Brennan Hayes, who was in a vegetative state.

Freya was forced to agree for the sake of her mother. Her father even signed an absurd contract on her behalf. It was stipulated in that contract that she had to fulfill her duties as a wife, including giving birth to a child for Brennan.

When Frey first heard about it, she thought it amusing.

Brennan was a vegetable. How could they have sex? How could she get pregnant and give birth to a baby?

It was only now that she realized that the Hayes family wanted her to have sex with Brennan this way.

Freya felt humiliated. But the effect of the drug was so strong that it quickly drowned her rationality.

She couldn't control her urge anymore. She got up and climbed onto the big and soft bed.

Brennan's face was handsome but expressionless. Looking at him, Freya felt her body softening. She touched his skin, and the numb feeling ran through her body like an electric current.

The heat inside her intensified.

There seemed to be a voice in her head that kept telling her it was not enough.

What she needed now was a man. No one else except a man could help her.

But should she really have sex with a man in a vegetative state?

Waves after waves of lust overwhelmed her, making her involuntarily bend down and kiss Brennan's pale but attractive lips. Her heart skipped a beat.

His scent filled her entire lungs.

The faint mint fragrance mixed with his hormones intoxicated her.

Before Freya knew it, her red lips ran through his chin, down to his neck and collarbone. She was getting out of control.

She took off her dress, revealing a huge part of her smooth and delicate skin. Then she pressed her body tightly against Brennan's and let out uncontrollable and coquettish groans in his ear, trying to get a response from him.

Brennan had a good figure, and his muscles were well-defined and strong. Every time Freya touched them, she trembled with pleasure.

But this moment of pleasure was far from enough. She felt like a giant fireball was burning inside her, and every cell in her body was shouting for more.

She wrapped her arms around Brennan's neck, sat on his body, and lifted his clothes. She whispered, "Help me..."

At this moment, something happened.

Unexpectedly, a pair of hands stretched out and pushed her hard.

Freya fell back to the carpet.

She blurted out a cry of pain. But because of the effect of the drug, it turned into a charming groan.

She lay prone on the floor and sobered up a little. But she was still unaware of what had happened.

Brennan was in a vegetative state. How could he push her away?

Freya opened her eyes wide and looked in his direction.

Under the dim light, a tall and strong figure slowly sat up. As the rays of light shone on his muscular shoulders and chest, his charming figure with strong hormones looked more attractive.

Brennan stared at Freya with sharp eyes.

His gaze was as cold as ice.

Staring at him, Freya suddenly realized something.

Brennan was awake.

Freya was so startled by Brennan's gaze that she sobered up a little. It seemed that the effect of the drug was alleviated.

Brennan looked at the almost naked woman in front of him and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"I... I'm Freya Walton," Freya answered subconsciously and shivered in fear.

But the drug was still taking effect, so Brennan's fierce voice became particularly pleasant in her ears, making her desire uncontrollably surge out once again.

At this moment, there was only one thought in Freya's mind. She wanted to have sex with Brennan.

Freya raised her head and smiled at Brennan flatteringly. "Let me hug you, okay?"

Before Brennan could say anything, she climbed onto the bed again, hugged him tightly, and rubbed herself against his strong body.

Her sudden movements made Brennan's body stiffen for a moment. But only after a second, he returned to normal and said coldly, "Let go of me."

But Freya refused and murmured, "No..."

Her red lips fell on Brennan's temple.

Freya was now overwhelmed by the lust. Her hands kept rubbing Brennan's body and her skin constantly moved against his.

She felt so lustful now that she became impatient. It was as if she wanted to swallow him.

The lust in her body was getting more and more intense.

She didn't even notice the burning fury on his face now.

Brennan stared at the lustful woman in front of him in disbelief, feeling ridiculous.

He had been in a coma for a long time. But as soon as he opened his eyes, such a dubious and dissolute woman was on his bed, wanting to have sex with him.

Where was the butler? Was he dead?

Brennan's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Of course, he couldn't stand this kind of thing.

Brennan had been in bed for several months, so his body had become a little strange to him. He couldn't keep his balance, so he struggled to get up from the bed.

Freya caught up with him. With lust written all over her face, she wrapped her arms around his waist and groaned, "Don't go..."

"Come here!" Brennan grabbed her wrist, pulled her out of bed, and dragged her into the bathroom mercilessly.

Freya was still not in her mind. All she felt was the pain in her wrist. Then she was thrown into the bathtub.

When she raised her head again, she saw Brennan looking down at her expressionlessly. Then he reached out and picked up the shower head.

The shower switch was turned on.

Suddenly, the cold water splashed on her face.

The cold water poured into her mouth and nose. She was choked and coughing violently. She couldn't breathe.

Freya felt so cold that she shivered. She held the edge of the bathtub with one hand and protected herself with the other.

However, Brennan didn't show any mercy at all. He even increased the water flow.

"It's cold!"

Freya couldn't stand it anymore. She raised her hand and grabbed the hem of Brennan's clothes, begging him to stop.

But he only slapped her hand away.

Fortunately, the steady flow of cold water dispelled the heat in her body.

The unspeakable desire in her body was finally relieved.

She lay prone on the edge of the bathtub, soaked all over. Her thin underwear stuck to her skin, outlining her attractive curve.

Her big eyes looked at him. Her eyelashes were wet, and she looked so pitiful under the light.

When Brennan saw this scene, his eyes became sharper. He didn't even have any evil thoughts.

He stared at Freya unblinkingly.

Upon seeing that she finally sobered up, he saw the fear in her eyes. He asked coldly, "Are you sober now?"

The pressure and coldness from Brennan's body overwhelmed Freya. She was almost out of breath.

She nodded with difficulty and said in a small voice, "Yes."

Brennan threw the shower head away and crossed his arms over his chest. "Okay. Now let's talk about why you are in my bed."

Brennan's words were like a heavy slap in Freya's face.

It was only then that she realized she was almost naked. She felt extremely embarrassed.

The way Brennan looked at her and questioned her, it was as if she was a criminal. She lowered her head and said, "I'm your newly-wedded wife."

For a moment, astonishment was written all over Brennan's face. But soon, the disdain returned.

He glanced at Freya. Then he took the bath towel hanging on the wall, threw it to her, and snorted. "Dry yourself."

After saying this, he turned around and left the bathroom without looking at her again.

Freya held the bath towel in her hand and sat in the bathtub. Her face was still burning hot.

She was so overwhelmed with shame that she wanted to dig a hole and hide.

It was already embarrassing when she shared a bed with a strange man wearing only her underwear. Worse, she took the initiative to have sex with him because of the effect of the drug, and she was rejected by him.

Judging from Brennan's attitude toward her, she seemed to screw up their "wedding night." She was afraid that all her compromises would be in vain.

At the thought of this, she covered her face, feeling the pain in her heart. Her tears fell uncontrollably, spilling out between her fingers.

She sat in the bathtub for a while to calm herself down. It was not until the shame and fear gradually faded that she slowly stood and dried herself up.

When Freya walked out of the bathroom, Brennan was already dressed. He sat on the couch, looking at her.

He said coldly, "I've already checked. You married me for three hundred million dollars, right? How can a woman like you dream of being the hostess of the Hayes family? Have you asked yourself if you deserve it?"

Freya clutched the hem of her dress tightly.

Sure enough, Brennan's words hurt her. But she could not refute him. After all, he was right. She sold herself for three hundred million dollars.

She knew very well that if she insisted on staying here, she would only suffer for the rest of her life. But she had no other choice. For her mother, and for Healthbridge Hospital that her mother had devoted most of her life, she must do it.

She gave up the thought of explaining and let silence take over the dark bedroom, just like her heart.

However, Freya's silence and attitude only irritated Brennan even more. At the thought that she was not even hurt and reacted to his words, he felt everything he said was wasted.

He stood up and said, "Divorce."

"What? Divorce?" This word immediately awakened Freya's numb consciousness.

It was very obvious from Brennan's attitude toward her that he didn't like her. So maybe for him, divorce was a good choice. But if they divorced, the Hayes family would withdraw their investment in the hospital, right?

After all, even if the Hayes family was incredibly wealthy, it didn't mean they would be willing to do business that would make them suffer losses.

Besides, she hadn't given birth to Brennan's child. This meant the contract hadn't been established yet.

This marriage was the hospital's last hope. She couldn't let it disappear.

"No, I won't agree to the divorce. I'm your legal wife, so I have the right to refuse," Freya said after she mustered up her courage. From being weak, she changed into being tough.

Brennan's expression suddenly became particularly terrifying.

He stared at her, sneered, and said in an even colder voice, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't want it."

After saying this, he picked up the landline and called the butler who was guarding downstairs.

The butler immediately came to the room with an astonished expression. Brennan ordered, "Throw this woman out!"

He glanced at Freya disdainfully as if she was a bag of garbage.

Freya realized she had irritated Brennan, so she softened her attitude. She must stay here, after all.

She looked at him with pleading eyes.

She was about to say something to persuade Brennan not to divorce her when an old and dignified voice sounded behind them.

"Who dares to throw my granddaughter-in-law out?"