Become the Wife of A CEO

Burning inside, Clara couldn’t tell Horace’s words. She moaned and whispered, “Help… help me.”

Horace’s eyes looked darker. He swallowed and then pinned down the horny woman on the bed.

He kissed her lips, tasting her suffering.

Soon, Horace felt the fire inside of Clara spread over to him.

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It was the first time he and Clara had made love.

He didn’t want to do it under the condition that Clara was drugged.

But to this point, he could no longer hold on.

He had been wanting her for a long time.

He knew that Clara could still feel and remember him even though she was drugged. He wanted to give her the best experience.

At the thought of this, he became gentler. He whispered beside Clara’s ear, “Baby, are you scared?”

At the touch of the weight and the heat, Clara couldn’t help but think of two years ago.

The nightmare of being raped was still haunting her.

She curled up her body out of fear.

Horace seemed to have felt her fear and resistance, yet he didn’t retreat and endure. He grabbed her wrist, lifted them above her head, and once again murmured beside her ears, his breath hitting into his ear as he said in a deep and horsed voice, “Don’t be. I knew you have a traumatized memory. I’m bringing you the closure.”

Horace’s words seemed to be magic. Clara’s mind went empty. Her tense body relaxed.

The drug had made her miserable yet her last intuition reminded her of what was going to happen.

It was Horace. So, maybe it would do.

Horace noticed that Clara had relaxed. He smiled and completely let go of his restraint. He took the girl under his body.

It was a long, sleepless night.

Clara had no idea how long had passed, yet she was no longer nervous and scared. She became active.

The last time she had sex was the nightmare that happened two years ago.

She finally had the closure. From now on, she could enjoy the beauty of sex like everyone else.

After quite a while, her fever was gone. She fell asleep in exhaustion.

The next morning, Clara was wakened up by the coldness.

Horace turned the air-conditioner to the lowest temperature.

Waking up in shiver, Clara saw Horace lying beside her. His handsome sleeping face looked like a masterpiece under the sunshine casting in through the window.

She couldn’t move her eyes from him.

After a while, Horace said in a low voice, “Are you done watching?”

Only then did Clara realize that Horace had woken up long ago. She turned around, shy.

Yet before she moved, Horace grabbed her shoulder and pull her into his arms.

Clara knocked on Horace’s solid chest. Her heart raced.

Horace kissed her forehead, and asked gently, “Did you enjoy last night?”

Clara paused. Then she blushed, so much that even her ears turned red.

“Enjoy?” Driven by the shyness, she grumped, “You took advantage of me.”

“Did I?” Horace wasn’t angered. He chuckled and said, “I thought I was saving your life.”

“You are shameless.” Clara gritted her teeth.

“Shameless?” Horace was amused even more. “Would you give me more chances to be shameless?”

Clara was so shy that she couldn’t speak.

She realized that although Horace looked like a gentleman, he was very dirty inside.

Too shy to make a response, she chose to stay quiet.

Yet Horace wouldn’t let go. He pinched her chin and lifted her head, saying in a low voice, “Answer me, baby.”

Clara’s face was as red as blood because of her shyness. She murmured, “It depends on my mood.”

Horace paused.

It wasn’t an affirmative answer. However, for a timid girl like Clara, it was the best answer she could give.

Horace was ecstatic. “I’ll try my best to serve you, my lady.”

Clara blushed even more.

But at the same time, she had to admit that she felt sweet.

Finally.

She had finally stepped out of the shadows of two years ago.

She thought she would never live like an ordinary woman, getting married, and having a child. Yet she came across a man that took her out of the darkness

Somehow, she even felt grateful for the unknown bastard who drugged her the day before.

Feeling Horace’s warmth and heartbeats, Clara suddenly lost control of herself. She held Horace’s strong waist and murmured, “Horace, I feel like falling for you.”

She had realized this feeling long ago yet she planned to hide it deep inside. Because she didn’t think Horace would like her.

However, after so much that happened, she felt Horace’s love too.

So, she decided to give him a chance. Or, a chance for herself also.

Horace didn’t anticipate Clara’s confession. He paused. The next second, he held Clara tight as if he wanted to make her part of his body.

“Me too,” he murmured. He had never been so gentle before. “And much earlier than you do.”

Clara was stunned. Before she figured out what he meant. Horace kissed her, sealing all her questions inside.

After a wet kiss. Horace let go of her. He smiled and said, “Baby, do you want to do it again? Without the effect of drugs.”

Before Clara understand what does he mean by saying one more, Horace kissed her again and then answered the question with action.

For the days that followed, Clara woke up every morning exhausted. But she couldn’t complain to anyone, because she should have anticipated it the day she married Horace.